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The pull you have on me (Part 1/2)

A/N: You guys voted and this one won! It was supposed to be a one-shot but it kinda got away from me. I hope you guys enjoy part one!

Title: The pull you have on me Summary: He shouldn’t be attracted to a girl almost 15 years younger than himself. And he definitely shouldn’t be attracted to his son’s babysitter. But he was. Word count: 3,1k Rating: Explicit Warnings: AU, babysitter Emily, smut, dirty talk, age difference, rough sex, teasing, flirting, Emily is a menace Warnings for this chapter: Flirting, Aaron wants her, he tries to fight it

He had hired Emily, a college student that was a friend of a friend’s daughter to be Jack’s babysitter soon after his divorce. It had been Dave’s idea to hire someone to look after Jack when he had to be away on cases instead of always having to depend on Haley. He also happened to know a girl who was looking for work.

So he gets Emily’s number from Dave, the twenty-one-year-old finishing up her junior year in college and happily accepting the job offer. It was easy enough, she loved kids and the money was decent. She even gets her own bedroom to stay in whenever Aaron was away overnight, which was often enough for her to make herself at home.

It was working out perfectly, except for one thing, Aaron found himself insanely attracted to her.

He didn’t know what he had expected of the young woman on the other end of the phone when they first spoke. He noticed immediately that she was intelligent and driven, she was majoring in criminology and minored in linguistics, smart and capable. She was bright and self-assured, a silent confidence about her that he liked immediately. He never really imagined what she looked like when they talked on the phone. But it definitely wasn’t shiny dark hair and the deep brown of her eyes, a smile that could kill. When she shook his hand her palm felt cool but soft as she introduced herself.

“It’s nice getting a face to the voice.” She smiled and he just barely remembered to smile back, momentarily stunned. They had talked on the phone a few times by then, going over what he needed from her and how much she could work with her class schedule but the first time they met was when she came over to meet Jack, Aaron wanting to make sure she was good with his son before officially hiring her.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He said, unaware that he was still holding her hand in his until she cleared her throat and stepped back with a slight blush on her cheeks. So pretty, he thought.

She was stupidly beautiful and he should not be this attracted to a girl almost fifteen years younger than himself. He probably shouldn’t have hired her either, but as he watched her interact with Jack he saw the comfort on him easily and, if he was going to be completely honest, he wanted her around.

And she did her job well, almost always just a phone call away unless she had too much studying to do. It made his life easier, even if he would drive himself crazy as he sometimes watched her. He would come home late and she was in the living room, hunched over one of her books and eyebrows narrowed as she read. She would bite the end of her pen sometimes, a habit he was sure she was unaware of and he found himself biting down on his tongue at the sight of. It made him think about how she would look on her knees before him.

He knew he shouldn’t watch her like he was, but he would find himself doing it almost unconsciously. She was young and pretty and off limits, and somehow that only made him want her more. Of course he never crosses the line, even when she would smile at his boring jokes or occasionally thread the line of flirting, something she only did when they were alone.

It had started so subtly that he was sure he was imagining it, her slightly flirty tone or the way she batted her long lashes at him. Then one night he came home late and quickly went to check on Jack who was sound asleep. He turned around and there she was, dripping wet with only a towel around her. When she saw him she looked worried for a second but made no effort to move towards the spare bedroom.

“I didn’t know you’d be home. I had forgotten my bag downstairs.” She motioned towards the overnight bag in her hand and it was the first time he noticed it.

“It’s fine.” He deterred his eyes and cleared his throat but not without noticing the way she relaxed, her shoulder lowering slightly.

“Sleep well, Mr. Hotchner.” She smiled, a hint of smugness in her tone before she closed the door behind her.

He found himself thinking about her in the shower that night, imagining licking drops of water from her skin.

It becomes a little more obvious after that, she spent more of her time in the living room, studying or watching TV when he got home late enough to miss his son’s bedtime. She would linger closer to him that she should, let him feel the heat of her body as she passed him with a soft bye or good-night. He spends more time thinking about her, about what she tasted like, the sounds she made, how she would look as he wrung pleasure from her body. He knows he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself. And he was sure he was going crazy.

And then summer comes around, and she has almost three months off school.

“I could be here more, if you need me to.” She had told him, her overnight bag on her shoulder. He had gotten home late the night before, he was tired, his body aching from a tackle from an unsub but he didn’t care when she was standing in shorts and a tank in front of him, smiling so prettily. “You know, for the summer.”

“Yeah?” He leaned against the doorframe and tried with everything in him to not look at her smooth thighs. Her skin looked so soft, he wanted to suck bruises into it.

“Yeah, unless you’re taking some time off and don’t need me.” She teased with a smirk and he wondered if she was aware of the way her brown eyes gleam as she did.

“No, that would be really great actually.” He smiled at her and her smirk deepened. “Thank you Emily.”

“Great!” She smiled back. “Tell Jack that I’ll see him in a couple of weeks then, text me if you need me before that, my schedule is pretty open.”

“Sounds good.” He watched her until she was in the car, driving out of the driveway. She really was helpful and he knew he couldn’t ruin that. Even though the flirting had become even more frequent when they were alone, sometimes he even found himself tethering the line of flirting back. But she was too young, off limits, and Jack’s babysitter. He couldn’t go there, not with her.

Only, he doesn’t count on coming home to her dressed in only a bathing suit as she plays in the pool with Jack a few weeks later.

Maybe he should have, after all it was unbearably hot outside and Emily had been there most of the week because he had been forced to stay late at the office.

“Hi dad!” Jack swims towards him eagerly, the floaties around his arms making water splash around him.

“Hey buddy.” He helps him out of the pool and ignores that his suit will be soaked as he hugs him.

“You’re home early.” Emily says as she gets out of the pool, hair wet and her green bathing suit clinging to her body. She seems oblivious to her state of undress, only arching one of her eyebrows when she catches him looking at her quickly up and down.

“We wrapped up the case early this morning.” He tells her as he sets Jack down beside him. “I’ll be home for the weekend I hope, so if you have plans you don’t have to stay here.” He hopes he doesn’t sound rude, but he couldn’t imagine having Emily around all weekend and being home, especially not if she was going to be dressed like that.

“I want Emmy to stay!” Jack pouts beside him and she laughs softly.

“Emily might have other things to do, buddy.” He looks down at his son who narrows his eyebrows at him, something Jack’s inherited from him.

“But we were going to get ice cream and watch Toy Story tonight!” He complains and Emily looks between them with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

“I have a thing tomorrow, but I could stay until then? I already counted on spending the night anyways.” She offers and the four-year-old grins widely.

“Yes!” He jumps back into the pool with excitement, water splashing everywhere as he does.

“If that’s okay I mean, you don’t have to pay me.” She squints as she looks up at him, the sun in her eye and she takes a small step closer to him to avoid the sun. When he inhales he can smell chlorine and sunscreen and the faintest trace of her perfume and his jaw clenches.

“That’s fine.” Needing some space between them, he takes a step back. “I should change.” He gestures to his soaked shirt and Emily nods before jumping into the pool to continue her game of catch with Jack.

It wasn’t fine. It was anything but fine.

Not only did Emily spend another hour outside with Jack, swimming and playing with him but the young boy had also wanted Aaron there. He tries to ignore the way her eyebrow arched as he came back dressed in his swim trunks and instead he tries to focus on his son, playing with him and keeping a safe space from Emily until Jack was getting tired.

“I think it’s time for a nap.” He ignores the complaints from Jack and gets him out of the water, leaving Emily by the pool as he takes him upstairs. He helps Jack shower the chlorine off his body before tucking him in for a nap.

By the time he comes back Emily is lying on a sunchair sunbathing and he bites back a groan at the way he can see her nipples through her bathing suit. Her skin is glistening under the sun, her skin already getting a slight tan from the days she had spent outside with Jack. He imagines the tanning lines, if she only wore a one piece because she was with Jack and normally would wear a bikini.

“He’ll be out for a while.” He mutters and Emily jumps at the sound of his voice. “Sorry.” He chuckles at the way he startled her.

“I’ll wake him up in an hour.” She starts sitting up, neck craned enough to look up at him before slowly giving him a once over. He changed into sweatpants before helping Jack into bed, but he felt even more exposed now than he did wearing his trunks when she looked at him that way. When she looked back up at him she smiled sweetly. “Can I stay out here? Or am I in the way?” Her tongue wets her bottom lip and he feels want stir low in his abdomen at the way she’s looking up at him with dark eyes.

“Stay, I have some paperwork to finish so I’ll be in my study.” He’s sure the look of disappointment on her face was more his imagination than anything as he turns to leave.

He stays in his study until it’s time to make dinner and as he does, Jack plays in his room and Emily comes into the kitchen after she’s had a shower.

“Can I help in here?” She asks as she leans back against the kitchen island, her arms crossed under her chest.

“That’s alright, thank you.” He spares her a look and she holds his stare, amusement reflected back at him. “Everything alright?” He asks when she doesn’t say anything.

“Yes, Mr. Hotchner.” Her voice is breathy and low and he wonders if she does it on purpose. He’s cutting vegetables, tomatoes on the cutting board in front of him. She jumps up to sit on the counter right next to where he’s working, her thighs spread slightly. “I think it’s pretty hot that you can cook.”

At that he pauses, tension filling the room as his eyebrow narrows as he studies her. She’s still looking at him, something dangerous in the way she’s not backing down.

“It’s something everyone should be able to do, at least the basics.” He finally says and she leans back on her hands with a sigh, giving him a view of her body as she does.

“In that case, could you teach me?” She shifts just slightly, her legs spreading just enough for her foot to graze the outside of his thigh and he almost drops the knife in his hand.

“Is that what you want?” He’s toeing the line and he knows it, but she seems to relish in the way he’s looking at her.

“It is.” She arches her back slightly, effectively pushing her chest out as she feigns stretching in front of him. “And I always get what I want, Mr. Hotchner.” Her voice is sickly sweet when she speaks and he knows that whatever unwritten rule he had set for himself was broken.

“What are you doing, Emily?” His voice is low and graveled and he sees her cheeks flush in response to it.

“Nothing.” She looks at him with pink cheeks and pupils blown wide yet there’s a look of innocence on her face. It’s all and act and he know it, but this is the first time he realizes what a menace she could be.

Dangerous, forbidden and thrilling.

But he wasn’t one to be played with and even though she had opened the doorway to what he had been wanting for the better part of a year, he wasn’t going to invite himself through it without her working for it.

It was stupid, it was exactly what he had told himself not to do, but as he looked at her, pink shorts and a black T-shirt, brown hair still wet from her shower, lips looking so soft and inviting, he found that he couldn’t bring himself to care anymore. He had tried fighting this, but why fight what he already knew was a losing battle?

“You want to learn how to cook?” It’s not what she expects him to say but she still nods when he takes a step back from the counter and she jumps to her feet, looking at him almost curiously. “I’ll teach you.” He pulls her to stand in front of him and she exhales shakily as he puts the knife in her hand and then covers hers with his larger one.

“Mr. Hotchner-” She starts but he hushes her.

“Follow my movements.” He whispers against the back of her ear and he sees goosebumps on her arms which make him smile. His front presses to her back as they slice the tomatoes, his hand firm over hers. “Grab the peppers.” He tells her when they’re done and when she reaches for them her hand is trembling.

She leans back into him, letting him lead her movements as they cut the vegetables into smaller pieces. His breath keeps falling against her neck and her body flushes in response. He can see her pulse beating wildly in her neck and he bites back a growl at the thought of tasting the vibrations of it. When he looks down he can see her nipples through her shirt and he hums lowly.

“Not even wearing a bra?” He muses and she sucks in a breath at the low rumble of his voice.

“I was going to change before dinner.” She feels his lips curl into a smirk against her neck.

“No you weren’t.” His lips hover over her skin when she cranes her neck and he just barely keeps himself from sucking the pale skin between his teeth. “How long have you wanted me huh?” He lets go of her hand and the knife drops to the cutting board but he barely notices, both his hands coming to grip her hips tight enough to make her hiss as he pulls her flush against him, making sure she feels his want for her against her back.

“Since the first time we met.” She breathes, voice low and trembling slightly as she grips the counter.

“Is that so?” His fingers twitch against her hips as he noses her hairline, breathing her in greedily. “The boys in college aren’t doing it for you? You want a man?”

“I haven’t wanted anybody else since meeting you. And today you couldn’t stop checking me out.” She twists just enough to be able to look at him, a teasing look on her face. “And while you have been checking me out for the entire time I’ve worked for you, today it was obvious. You want me too.”

He shouldn’t have been surprised that she knew, she was more observant than most, more intelligent than people would give her credit for. He lets her turn in his arms, keeps her trapped between the counter and his body as his hand grabs the back of her neck, his thumb pressing under her chin to keep her looking at him.

“Dirty girl.” He hums and she smirks as he leans forward, his lips just shy of touching hers. “This is a terrible idea, you know.”

“Is it?” Her hand is suddenly between them, grabbing his cock through his jeans, already straining. “I think this is inevitable.” She whispers against his lips.

He groaned at her touch, his hold on her neck tightening and she gasped quietly. But then the sound of footsteps running down the stairs hit his ears like a bomb and he quickly moves away from her, just as Emily’s eyes widen and she all but jumps to the side to create more space between them.

“Dad is dinner ready yet?” Jack runs into the kitchen, oblivious to the tension between his babysitter and his father.

“Not yet, in about twenty minutes.” He tells the young boy who turns his attention to Emily. “Come play in my room Emmy.”

She nods with a soft smile and starts to walk out with Jack, but not without turning back and winking at Aaron, whose mind is still reeling at what just happened between them.

“She’ll be the death of me.” He mutters lowly before turning back to the dinner he still had to finish.

He was screwed. Shit.

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realtime-00 · 4 months ago

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I missed you!! This was so good 💕

hi! idk if you're accepting prompts, but if so, would you ever write some smut about milf and dilf hotchniss in CME era? maybe they're in a secret relationship or just some straight up hotchniss smut (whatever floats your boat) 🙈

Title: Sweet love Summary: They don’t work together anymore and he would be damned if he wasn’t going to take the chance for them to maybe finally be something more than a secret kept in the dark. Word count: 3,8k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, massages, grinding, Aaron is a tease

He comes back soon after Dave’s wedding and it’s a relief unlike any other. He had planned to move back as soon as he heard the news that Scratch was dead but life happened, Jack had school and he had responsibilities. So they stay until the end of the school year before moving back home. He doesn’t want to go back to the FBI, he’s found new joys, found a new life, an easier life. But he gets to come back to DC, something both he and Jack had longed for. He gets to see his team, his found family, again.

And Emily is there.

It’s easy falling back into old habits with her, almost too easy. For years, they had a friendship with just a hint of something more, secret trysts hidden behind the walls of her apartment. They knew things couldn’t become any more serious than that, falling into bed with your colleague and subordinate was bad enough so they stay stuck somewhere between wanting more and wanting less.

But they don’t work together anymore and he would be damned if he wasn’t going to take the chance for them to maybe finally be something more than a secret kept in the dark.

So he asks her to dinner and when she accepts with a smile and a simple yes he knows that this was it, this was their chance. She shows up in a black dress and dark hair swept up in a simple bun and he finds that he can’t keep his eyes off her for the entire night. He listens as she tells him about the last two years, about Scratch, the Chameleon and Reid going to prison and Steven Walkers death and he realizes just how hard these last two years has been on her.

“Do you regret it?” He finds himself asking and the question seems to confuse her.

“Regret what?” She asks with furrowed eyebrows and a slightly pursed lip, he wonders if she’s aware that it’s a habit she has, one that he adores.

“Coming back, taking over as unit chief.” He explains, he knew he’d never be able to repay her for what she had to endure with Scratch because of him. As he waits for her response he finds himself holding his breath, preparing for the worst. But she smiles and shakes her head and he feels himself relaxing.

“No.” She takes his hand over the table, her fingers warm and soft against the top of his hand. “I would have done anything to protect you and Jack, and to get you back.”

It’s safe to say that neither of them look back after that night.

He notices the grey hairs a few months into their relationship, he notices but he doesn’t care. After all he had specks of grey in his hair and his beard whenever he let it grow out, he didn’t care if she did. He always found her beautiful. But then one day she walks in with a bottle of black hair dye and he immediately feels the urge to throw the box away.

“What?” She bites her bottom lip as she notices him glaring at the box on the bathroom counter and for a second she thinks he’s upset because maybe he doesn’t want a woman who already has grey hair and the dye in front of her was just proof of her getting older.

“Don’t dye it.” The words come out rougher than he intends and her eyebrow arches at the tone. “What I mean is, do it if you want to, but don’t do it because you think you have to.” He explains himself and he sees her visibly relaxing. “I love the grey, it’s sexy sweetheart.”

“Really?” The smile on her lips is a mix of teasing and disbelief and then he pulls her into his chest and she laughs.

“Really.” His voice drops low as he strokes his fingers through the black and grey hair. “So fucking sexy.”

She never dyes her hair again after that.

They’re happy, almost blissfully so as she continues to work at the Bureau and he takes up teaching, somehow finding a balance that works for them. But that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t stay at the office late, and travells when needed. The days were still long, and she had never wanted the red tape and bureaucracy that came with the job. It is tiring, and when she gets to Aaron’s place after a particularly long day she feels exhausted.

He's already in bed when she walks through the door, and she smiles at the sight of him in a shirt and boxers, reading glasses on his nose. He was always so effortlessly sexy.

“Hi honey.” She leans down to kiss him and he gently grabs the back of her neck to pull her closer for a moment.

“Hi.” He kisses her again before letting go and she stands up. “Are you alright?” He looks at her as she cranes her neck and rolls her shoulders with a grunt.

“Yeah, just tense, it’s been a long day.” She offers him a smile before moving toward their bathroom.

“You know, I’m a licensed massage therapist.”

His words make her stop mid step to turn back to face him. She knows the disbelief is clear on her face and judging by his amused smirk he finds her reaction humorous.

“You’re a what now?” She leans against the doorway with her arms crossed as she waits for him to tell her that he’s joking, but it never comes.

“I needed something to do while we were in victim’s protection, and I thought hey why not.” He shrugs, like that wasn’t the last thing she’d ever expect from him. “Is that really so hard to believe?” He chuckles at the way her mouth opens and closes repeatedly, like she doesn’t know what to say.

“Actually, yes!” She pushes off from the doorframe and moves to straddle him on the bed. “Why haven’t you shared this information before?”

“It’s never come up.” His hands land on her hips to pull her closer.

“So you’re saying that my incredibly hot, sexy, smart boyfriend, who just happens to be amazing in bed, is also able to get the knots out of my back?” She grins when he blushes at her compliments.

“Yes sweetheart, that’s what I’m saying.” His tone is teasing, his face close to smug and she tries to glare at him but a smile still tugs at her lips. “Do you want me to give you a massage?”

“Yes, please.” Her words are whispered against his lips before she kisses him, a soft sigh leaving her as his grip on her tightens slightly as he opens his mouth to her demanding tongue.

He makes a sound low in his throat from the way her fingers grasp his hair as her hips move subtly against his. She always had this effect on him, he could spend hours kissing her, to make up for all those years when he had wanted to kiss her but couldn’t and tonight was no different. Reluctantly, he pulls away and her forehead leans against his.

“If you keep this up we both know I won’t give you a massage.” He mumbles lowly and she nods, eyes still closed.

“You’ll be giving me something else instead.” She teases and he chuckles in return.

“Dirty girl.” He pinches her behind and she laughs, something breathy and low that makes it clear that she’s just as affected by him as he is by her. “Get undressed and lay down, sweetheart.”

For a moment she debates with herself but then she feels the dull ache in her shoulder, much more obvious now when he wasn’t distracting her and she stood up to remove her slacks. As she got undressed Aaron got up and headed toward his home office. When he came back he was carrying a bottle of oil and a lighter and wordlessly started to light a few candles around the bedroom, creating a soft, warm glow around them when he turned the lights down low.

By the time he was done, Emily was on the bed, watching him with dark eyes and a curious smile.

“I’m just setting the mood.” His explanation was unnecessary but she still nodded. She had decided to undress completely, not feeling the need for underwear and his eyes moved over her exposed legs and backside slowly, his tongue moving out to wet his lip as he did. “You’re so beautiful, my gorgeous girl.”

His words made her smile. She knew she didn’t look the same as she did when they first met, she was softer, muscles not as toned, skin not as firm, but he always made her feel effortlessly beautiful. He was still handsome, almost unfairly so with specks of gray in his hair and rough stubble on his face. He was still strong, but he was softer too and she found that she liked that more than when he was slimmer. There was nothing better than to be in his arms, his body comforting, his chest her safe space.

As she gets lost in thought, he finishes up by putting on some music and then grabs the oil before joining her on the bed, his legs on either side of her thighs.

“Now this would be easier if we had a table,” He starts softly as he drips the oil in his hands and rubs his palms together, “but this will work just fine for tonight. So relax and let me take care of you.” He kisses her shoulder gently before straightening.

His hands are warm as he slowly strokes them along her back, up and down, oiling her skin up and putting just enough pressure against her body for her to sink into the bed with a low hum. He starts with her lower back, rubbing and pressing his thumbs into her muscles and slowly working out a few knots he finds there. He focuses on her body, remembering the classes he took as he shifts above her.

“God, you’re good at this.” She groans as he moves higher and quickly finding the muscle that’s been bothering her all day.

“You didn’t tell me it was this bad.” He chastises her gently as he works over the tense muscle in her shoulder, focusing in on it.

“You didn’t tell me you knew how to do this!” She argues but quickly quiets down when his thumb find the pressure point that shoots pain straight up her neck. “Jesus.”

“Is it too much?” He lets up but she’s quick to shake her head.

“No, it feels so good.” Her words are muffled, her face halfway into the bed and he smiles at the way her eyes close.

He continues to massage her upper back until her muscles are soft and pliant under his palms, her skin slightly red from where he’s touched her.

“Don’t move.” He whispers before moving further down the bed until he’s standing at the edge of it and gently grabs her foot. When he starts to massage the arch of it she makes a sound low in her throat and he catches the way her eyes roll back in her head.

“Fuck, that is fantastic.” She groans and she hears his chuckle.

“It’s those shoes of yours.” He continues to rub her foot and then slowly moves up her calf.

“But they’re sexy.” She knows he agrees when he doesn’t argue with her. His touch is firm, his fingers warm against her skin and as he moves higher up her leg she feels her body responding to it. Instead of relaxing as he pushes two thumbs into her thigh she feels tension in her stomach and a slight ache between her legs. She was used to him having this power over her but this time it was unexpected.

When he urges her to spread her legs a little wider to be able to get to her inner thigh she bites back a moan, his hands dangerously close to her center. And then he stops and moves on to her other leg, starting on her foot and slowly moving higher up. She tries to stay still, but when his fingers dig into her hamstrings she grinds into the bed subconsciously, her clit thrumming from his touch.

Aaron smiled to himself. He had noticed immediately when her soft breathing had become more labored and her body tensed just slightly. But he didn’t stop, instead he made sure to touch just a little higher than necessary, rub just shy of where her thighs connected and watched as she tried to control her body’s urges. When he moved on to her other leg he wanted to laugh at the way she slumped in disappointment, but made sure to keep quiet. He had the advantage of being able to watch her while she was facing away from him, unable to see the way his eyes had darkened as he admired her body and touched her everywhere he wanted. So he continued to tease her, spent more time than necessary when he noticed her body’s reaction and then moving to another spot.

By the time he was done with her other thigh, her hands were fisting the sheets and she felt like her body was on fire from the heat of his touch. Her skin tingled from his hands, her clit was thrumming and she wanted nothing more than to feel his tongue on her.

“Turn around.” His voice was thick with want and it’s the first time she notices that he wasn’t completely oblivious to her struggle. She turns around and her breathing hitches at the dark look in his eyes. But then he takes her hand in his and starts to massage it, completely ignoring the way she’s looking at him in disbelief.

“Baby-” She starts but he quickly shushes her.

“Relax.” He bites back a smirk when she huffs but she doesn’t pull her hand away or says anything else so he continues, moving from her hand to her lower arm before digging his thumb into her bicep where he finds another knot. In his periphery he sees her other hand move from the bed to rest on her stomach and then slowly creep down her body. “Don’t you dare.”

His warning tone makes her stop and she looks at him through long lashes.

“Touch me Aaron.” She doesn’t get the response she wants when he simply grabs her wrist and holds it to the bed.

“I am touching you.” He says simply and she glares at him but he’s unphased and simply continues to work on the knot that soon gives way under his touch. “You need this.” He moves to sit on her other side and grabs the hand he just minutes ago held to the bed.

“I need you more.” She tells him simply and this time he can’t hold back the smirk that never fails to drive her wild and annoyed at the same time.

“Be patient.”

She tries, she really does but when he moves from her arm to instead start to rub her thigh she can’t help the low whine that escapes her lips. His fingers dig into the muscle of her thigh and she swears he’s found some weird direct line to her clit that pulses at his touch.

“Fuck, please honey.” She gasps and to her surprise and delight he spreads her legs wider and then removes his shirt and then his boxers. His cock is straining, the tip glistening in the low light and she whimpers at the sight.

“You’re so wet.” His eyes flitter from between her legs to her face, his hands moving from her hips, up her stomach and finally resting on her chest. When he traps her nipples between his fingers she moans softly and her legs spread wider in response.

“Fuck me, Aaron.” She pleads as she reaches for him, letting out a sound of contentment when he leans over her and catches her lips in a kiss. His cock moves against her clit, his shaft rubbing against his as he grinds his hips down against hers slowly, while he steals the breath from her lungs.

“We should really practice your self-control.” He teases against her lips as her legs wrap around his waist, trying to get him closer.

“You’re such a tease.” She bites his bottom lip and pulls slightly, earning a groan from him and his hips buckle into her. “You know I’m getting you back for this right?”

“I can’t wait, sweetheart.” He whispers against her skin as he kisses down her jaw and neck, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her shoulder before soothing the bite with his tongue. All the while he continues to grind against her, letting her feel his shaft rub against her swollen clit while keeping her trapped between his body and the bed. “I’m going to make you come like this one night. Going to make you come while you grind on my lap and have you clench around nothing.” When all he gets is a low whine in return he knows that she’s getting desperate.

He shifts slightly, lifts himself up on one arm while grabbing her jaw with his other hand to make her look up at him. Slowly, he moves his hips enough to align himself with her and then pushes the tip of his cock inside of her. The gasp that leaves her at the stretch of him drives him wild, it always did and he watches her intently as she takes him deeper, and deeper, until his hips are pressed against hers and she’s jaw slacked and eyes hazy.

“How do you always feel so fucking good inside me?” She breaths and buckles into him, needing him to move and he sucks in a breath.

“It’s like you’re made for me.” He lets go of her jaw to hold himself up on both arms, framing her body with his and then he pulls back and thrusts forward quickly without warning, earning a guttural moan from her. “Is that what you wanted Em? Tell me what you want.” His tone is rough, graveled and low and she feels goosebumps erupt on her skin in response.

“I want you to fuck me, I want you to make me come.” He was the only man who’s ever made her feel like this, desperate and needy and she loved that she could let go like this with him. He loved it too, the ego boost, the trust she had in him to be able to relax, and he would take his time proving that to her. Tonight it wouldn’t be slow though, she knew that, knew that as soon as he let go of his self-restraint he would fuck her hard enough for the headboard to slam into the wall and she’d have to muffle her screams.

“Beg me sweetheart, beg for me.” He moves shallowly, pushes his tip in and out of her and groans at the way she clenches around him each time.

“Please, Aaron please fuck me, please let me feel you.” The words are barely out before he’s thrusting forward, hitting deep inside of her and she cries out.

“Touch yourself.” He lifts one of her legs to rest on his shoulder to be able to fuck into her even deeper as her back arches and her eyes rolls back in her head. His eyes stay trained on her hand as she starts to rub her clit, he watches with dark eyes as she touches herself and the way he disappears inside of her repeatedly.

“Jesus, baby don’t stop.” She gets out through heavy pants. The hand not between her legs are fisting the sheets in some vain attempt to keep grounded. The tension in her stomach that had been building steadily was spreading through every nerve ending, making her brain hazy as her body chased its release. Her fingers sped up in time with his thrusts, and when she looked up at him she whimpered at the look of want on his face.

“Do it, fucking come on my cock.” He grunted as he felt her walls tighten around his cock. They had always been like this, insatiable, close to feral when they were together. She had some kind of power over him, what she wanted she got and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Her moans were getting louder, needier and she covered her mouth with her hand but he was quick to remove it.

“I want to hear how you scream for me.” He urges her and she just barely remembered that Jack was staying with a friend before Aaron pinched one of her nipples and tugged on it, sending her crashing into an orgasm.

She cries out, his name mixing with curses and moans as her body trembles and her eyesight blackens out as white hot pleasure runs through her. Her release sets of his and he groans loudly as his hips stutter and pleasure tingles up his spine. He leans over her, buries his face in the crook of her neck and bites down hard enough to leave a mark as he comes as deep inside of her as he can, his body pressed against hers as he twitches slightly.

Her hand rubs up and down his back as they both come down, her fingers trailing lazy patterns across his skin as he catches his breath between slow kisses against her neck until he rolls off her.

“Is this what the experts would call a happy ending?” She grins into his shoulder and he barks out a laugh.

“I would say this is definitely a happy ending.” He presses a kiss to her forehead and then sighs. “How about we change the sheets, because they’re covered in oil, then we take a shower?”

She hums lowly, in an ideal world she wouldn’t have to get up but he was right, her skin was shining from oil, the bedding was covered in it and she nods.

“And then once we’re back in bed, I think we should take advantage of the empty house and have sex again. But that’s just me.” She gets out of the bed and winks at him. “You coming?”

“I think we both know you’ll be the one coming.”

She didn’t argue, after all he was right.

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The deprived agreement of the BAU (One-shot)

A/N: I think this one might actually be the most unhinged thing I’ve ever written and I know there’s a special place in hell for me. But we thank @sapphoe-sun for encouraging this piece of filth, and I hope you guys still like it even if we know this is no logic and all filth!

Title: The deprived agreement of the BAU Summary: They had a rule, an agreement within the BAU, a rule Emily thought was a rumor. As it turned out it wasn’t and now she’s agreeing to that rule. Word count: 5,3k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, oral sex, rough sex, orgasm control, begging, exhibionism, Derek is there for a little bit but he doesn’t join

There was a rumor within the Bureau about the BAU. When Emily joined the team she heard whispers about it, saw the curious glances from people certain days and picked up on the subtle hints from JJ to not push her team, especially Aaron, too hard. But she never believed it. Because it would be insane, that their small team had a rule that meant they were allowed to do whatever they wanted to another team member, within reason of course. She remembered scoffing at the ridiculousness of it, because it couldn’t be true.

But then Derek is pissed off at JJ for not having Reid’s back when they encountered Tobias Hankle and the blonde walked with a slight limp the next day. And maybe Emily believed it a little more. It still didn’t make sense to her, she didn’t want to believe it.

It’s Penelope who finally comes out and tells her, the bubbly blonde admitting it after Emily had probed her about it. They had a rule, an agreement, that if someone from the team made a mistake that became dangerous for the rest, or made another teammate upset in some way, they had to apologize in whatever way they saw fit. It was not something that was a common occurrence, the rule had rules to make sure that it wouldn’t get out of hand. But it was there, an agreement between the six of them, and now Emily could be a part of that agreement if she wanted to.

Emily still had trouble believing it, listening to the blonde with her mouth open and eyes wide. It didn’t make sense to her, and yet it did. They were all close, they worked together closely, they were bound to get on each other’s nerves. According to Penelope this had been the way it was for years, since long before she joined the team even, and everyone always had the option to say no.

It wasn’t something that would be forced upon them.

“Are the apologies, or whatever you want to call it, always sexual?” She heard herself say and even she couldn’t deny the curiosity in her voice.

“No, Hotch never uses sex since he was married to Haley. Not sure if he’d still do that even now. And for everyone else it depends, I once had Gideon clean my apartment dressed in a bird’s costume.” The blonde smirks at the way Emily bursts out laughing.

“You didn’t.” She isn’t sure she wants to believe her, but Penelope didn’t lie. It’s the first time she sees the slightly sadistic side of her friend’s personality.

“Sure did, sweet cheeks.”

Weeks go by, then months and Emily almost forgot about what Penelope had told her because nothing seems to happen within the team, even though there’s arguments and disputes, she can’t see any evidence of anybody making up with another team member. Until it happens to her.

She had questioned Aaron in the field, then outright disobeyed his order to wait for backup and she and Derek had run in. She didn’t think it mattered, because she got a child home safe which hadn’t felt like a possibility if she had waited. But he’s furious at her, eyes dark and frown heavy as he speaks to her with clipped words.

“My office when we get back.”

She’s heard those words before, after all it wasn’t the first time they’d had a disagreement, so she doesn’t think much of it. It’s JJ’s warning stare and Derek’s poorly hidden smirk that tips her off. And she feels a lump of excitement as well as worry in her stomach.

She knew that she could say no, that Aaron wouldn’t force her into anything. No one of them ever would. And yet she feels the steady pulse of arousal between her thighs as she sits by herself on the plane. Aaron is seated on the opposite side of the plane, anger still very much radiating from him. They had never really liked each other, she knew he hated her stubbornness and that she would spit the word sir at him with contempt when she felt like he was being unreasonable. She hated his arrogance and the way he clearly didn’t trust her completely yet. And still, there was friction between them, the sort of tension she found herself thinking about as she laid alone in bed with her own hand between her thighs.

“Hey, are you alright?” JJ asks quietly as she passes her from the way to the bathroom and breaking her out of her thoughts.

“Yeah, I’m good.” She offers the blonde a smile when blue eyes stare her down. “Penelope told me about… your agreement.”

“I know.” She shrugs with a smile. “And she told you that you don’t have to, right?”

“It’s okay JJ, don’t worry.” She leans back into her seat and lets her head roll slightly with a smirk. “Besides, it’s Hotch, he’s as uptight as they come. How bad could it be.”

Famous last words.

When they get back it’s still early afternoon so the bullpen is buzzing with activity. She doesn’t think much of it as she puts her bag down and then climbs the stairs toward his office where the door is left open for her. He’s already seated at his desk, a large pile of files in front of him and his pen in hand.

“Garcia told me you’re informed about the deal we have within the team.” He doesn’t even look up at her and it makes her blood boil. His arrogance once again managing to set her off.

“I am.” She doesn’t walk closer to him than she has to, the door is still open behind her and she’s acutely aware of the people working behind her in the bullpen.

“Do you want to be a part of it?” He looks up at her then and she sees the way he’s studying her to make sure she’s not lying.

“I do.” She swallows hard as nerves twist in her stomach, still unsure about what’s going to happen, still finding this whole idea close to insane.

“Good.” He looks down at the open file in front of him again and signs something quickly. “Be ready at 6.”

The finality of it makes her heart beat so hard in her chest she thinks her ribs might break.

She finds herself lost in her own thoughts for the rest of the afternoon. The hours drag by slowly as she works her way through a few consultations. Spencer and Derek are quick to pick up on her mood, but none of them were surprised. The first time was always nerve wracking, not fully knowing what to expect, not sure what was going to happen.

She catches Dave giving her a quick grin before leaving for the night and she realizes that it’s getting late. There are still people working, Derek is hunched over a large pile of files, JJ is still in her office, a few straggling agents are still working behind her. But it’s 5:59 pm and she stands from her desk. Her stomach is still in knots, adrenaline making her hands shake and she clenches them quickly once, twice, three times, before knocking on his office door.

“Come in.” His voice is muffled through the door and she takes a deep breath before opening the door and then closing it quickly behind her. She looks around and notices that the desk had been cleaned from the items that usually belonged there. He had shut the blinds over an hour ago, his suit jacket was hanging over the back of his chair and he had rolled up his sleeves. She stands firm as he stands from behind his desk and slowly walks closer to her. He doesn’t stop until he’s close enough for her to smell his cologne. He’s just to the side of her, his breath falling onto the side of her neck as he speaks. Imposing and strong and she has to fight the urge to close her eyes as goosebumps erupt on her skin.

“Tell me why you’re here.” He says lowly as his hand hover over the small of her back.

“Why don’t you tell me.” She mutters and immediately she feels his large hand on the back of her neck, gripping hard enough for her to hiss as he forces her toward the desk.

“This is exactly why you’re here. You’re insubordinate, you lack respect and today you put yourself and Derek in danger while defying a direct order.” His voice is graveled and low, almost threatening and she squirms. “I’ve been nice, I’ve given you time to learn and adjust and clearly that isn’t working. And don’t think I haven’t heard you calling me uptight more than once.”

When his hold on her neck loosens she barely registers it before he turns her around to face him. He’s imposing as he looms over her, pressing her against his desk as she leans back slightly.

“That’s not really-”

“So you’re here to apologize. You’re here for me to loosen up.” He grabs her chin tightly and speaks close to her face. “You’re here for me to use until I’ve had my fill.”

She hates that her panties are uncomfortably wet as her clit thrums between her thighs already, because she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“But only if you agree.” He softens just slightly then and she’d nodding without realizing, a smirk on her face as she does.

“You want a toy, is that it?” She challenges him and she sees his eyes harden as his grip on her face tightens.

“The only words I want to hear from you are yes sir, I’m sorry or if you want to stop.” His eyes fasten on hers, his dark orbs so intense she has to force herself not to look away. “Do I make myself clear?”

The seconds it takes for her to answer feels like an eternity. She hadn’t known what to expect, but it hadn’t been this, and yet she’s so turned on it’s ridiculous. She knew that she had always been attracted to power, but this was something else. This felt like a need, something she wasn’t sure Aaron should know about her, it was almost embarrassing, how insanely turned on she was despite herself.

“Yes, sir.” The words fall from her lips effortlessly and she wonders if this is what insanity feels like. Because this shouldn’t be happening, her boss shouldn’t have this effect on her, he shouldn’t be looking at her with such contempt and yet the evidence of his want is pressed against her hip.

His lips curl into a smile that she’d only call feral and he snickers at her as he steps away, giving her a second to catch her bearings.

“Unbutton your shirt and take of your pants and underwear. Leave the shirt and bra.” His eyes stay on hers as she stares at him for a moment. “This is the way you’re making today up to me, do not make it more difficult on yourself.” He lets his hand hover over his belt and he nods as she catches on with wide eyes. “I will use it, don’t think I won’t.”

Her hands are still trembling when she starts to unbutton her shirt, the black button down soon enough hanging loosely from her shoulders like he told her before she takes her pants off. Her entire body flushes as he looks at her expectantly when her fingers above the lining of her underwear.

“I’m being nice because it’s your first time, but if you stall for another second I swear I won’t be so nice.” His own hand still hovers over his belt and when Emily slowly drags her white panties off and then kneels in front of him he hums approvingly.

“Pretty.” He comments and she glares at him. It doesn’t have the desired effect with her dressed in only a bra on her knees and she knows it. But she doesn’t say anything, and instead waits for his next move. Her eyes flitter down to where his hand is still holding his belt buckle, down where she sees the outline of him, thick and long, even through his underwear and slacks.

“Open up.” He looks amused when she looks back up at him, arrogance radiating off him as he drags the zipper of his pants down and then gets his cock out through it. “Don’t make a mess though.”

Anger flashes in her dark orbs but she still stays quiet. Because she had agreed to be a part of this, she didn’t want to stop, and she did not want that belt around his hips to be used on her. But that didn’t mean that she didn’t hate him a little bit right then. Not because of what he’s wanting from her, but because she wanted it too.

Slowly, her lips open and he grabs her hair and angles her head back. She gasps at the pain in her hairline and he takes advantage of it, his hips pushing forward as he keeps her still with his grip. He’s heavy and hot on her tongue, his shaft sliding forward until he hits the back of her throat with a groan.

“Stay just like this.” He mutters quietly, his eyes fastened on her face as he starts to move. When she chokes he smirks. There was something about having Emily Prentiss, hard-headed, overachieving, button-pushing Emily, on her knees before him. He had waited for this, knew that eventually the day would come when she ignored his orders in such a way that it put her in danger. And he had waited, and planned, and now as he watched her try to hide just how much she was enjoying it he couldn’t believe how fucking good it felt.

She isn’t aware that her hands are gripping the fabric of his slacks as she gags around him. He’s thick, huge, and all she can focus on is to get enough air in her lungs whenever he pulls back enough for her to draw a few breaths. Spit is dripping down her chin, and somewhere in the back of her mind she knows that not making a mess is impossible.

“You know I’m almost tempted to finish just like this.” He speaks almost conversationally, like he didn’t have his cock down her throat as she struggles beneath him. When her eyes, glassy from tears look up at him through her long eyelashes, he flashes her a grin. “But where would the fun in that be, huh?” He pushes forward harder and when her eyes widen and he goes as deep as he could down her throat he hisses in pleasure.

“Fuck yeah, I knew you’d be able to take it.” He pulls back and releases her hair and she immediately starts coughing, her hands still firmly gripping his slacks and her forehead leaning against his thigh as she gasps.

He strokes her hair as she calms for a few moments and when she lets go of him he angles her face up by a hold on her chin.

“Lay on the desk.” His voice is thick with want, graveled in a way that makes her shiver and for a moment she wonders if she’ll ever get to hear it like that again after tonight.

Her knees buckle when she stands, lightheaded and dazed. He doesn’t give her more time though, and forcefully pushes her back against the desk with a hand on her sternum. The wood is cold against her thighs and ass, her shirt still hanging loosely from her shoulders as she lays back.

“Spread your legs.” He strokes his cock as he watches her, from the slight nerves he sees on her face, to the flush on her skin, to her breasts, barely contained in the lacy white bra, down to where he sees her slick is shining on her inner thighs as she spreads her legs for him. If they ended up here again he would take his time and taste her, but this wasn’t about her, this was about him and what he wanted. And right now he wanted Emily Prentiss to beg, to let go of her prestige and stubbornness, for her to know who truly was in charge and to never disobey his orders again.

“My my, you’re a mess.” He bites back a smirk when the pink on her cheeks flushes harder. He slaps the tip of his cock on her clit and when she jerks he can’t help but to chuckle. “I had a feeling this would get you going, that you’d enjoy this.”

“I’m not.” She lies through clenched teeth and he laughs at her, the sound close to condescending.

“Is that so?” He grabs her hips and pulls her to the edge of the desk. He lets his fingers dig into the muscle, makes sure to leave bruises on her soft skin as he does. “Well lucky for me this isn’t about you then huh?”

She’s pretty sure she hates him, hates that this side of him exists because she isn’t sure how she’ll ever be able to be in the same room as him without thinking about the gravel in his voice, the way he’s effortlessly driving her mad with want and he’s barely even touched her. Then she feels him, the tip of him just barely pushing in and she releases a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

“Soaked and tight, perfect little play thing.” He can see her bite back a retort, that she more than anything wants to tell him to fuck off, but she doesn’t and instead looks of to the side in a vain attempt to hide her face from him. “None of that.” He grabs her jaw and she looks up at him with eyes blown black. “You’re going to look at me until I’m done with you.”

Her eyes widen at the sudden stretch of him, the fill making her hips twitch and a low moan escapes from her lips. He’s huge and he’s looking close to smug as he stares down at her, giving her a few seconds before he starts to move. His hands stay on her thighs, pulling her body against his as he groans.

Soon enough she’s sweating and biting back moans that would be too loud, her hands grabbing the edge of the desk in some futile attempt to keep grounded. Her eyes are heavy lidded as she continues to look up at him. He’s sweating, his head thrown back as some of his dark hair is falling over his forehead, and he still manages to exude power and arrogance.

“You’re doing better than I thought.” He bends down to speak lowly against her face. “I was sure you’d give me more trouble, but you’re listening to the rules. Good.”

“What’s the point of agreeing to this if I wouldn’t?” She counters, her voice breathy and trembling slightly. She was still fighting her body’s urges, she didn’t want him to get the satisfaction of knowing how much she was enjoying it, so she had kept most of her moans down. Her bottom lip is swollen from biting down on it, her muscles tense from keeping the pleasure at bay.

It didn’t matter though, because she wasn’t able to come without touching her clit, she never had. She wanted to touch herself though, the tension in her stomach was building by each thrust of his hips. Her hands grip the desk harder, her thighs are trembling and even though she was trying to hide her slight desperation it was useless.

“You’re going to drip on my floor soon. It’ll leave a nice stain, serve as a reminder for you every time you’re in here.” He slows his thrusts slightly and catches the way her breathing hitches. If he wanted to he could finish quickly, use her and leave her desperate for more, but a part of him wasn’t satisfied with that, he needed more.

“What are you doing?” She gasps at the way he slaps the outside of her thigh in response to her question, the sting of it letting her know that there will be a red mark from his palm on her skin.

“Tell me how much you like it.” His voice holds a slight edge to it and she licks her bottom lip, but ultimately shakes her head. Still defiant, still in need of a lesson, he thought. The desk rattles from the power of his next thrust and Emily can’t hold back the breathy whimper as her back arches.

“You will beg Emily.” He breathes against her ear as he bends over her again. His shirt itches against her sweaty skin, his low groans fill her ears and his cologne surrounds her. He’s everywhere, all she can feel and her eyes roll back in her head. Somewhere in the back of her mind she’s thankful that he doesn’t see it.

“You’re soaking my cock, you’re clenching me so good, I know you want to come for me, to show me how much you love it.” He mumbles quietly and her moans become breather, needier, at satisfaction fills him at the sound. “You’re desperate for it, for me.”

When he straightens again, there’s a gleam in his eyes that makes her pay attention and then he lets go of her thigh with one hand and she watches as he lets his thumb hover over her clit. She holds her breath, her eyes moving from his hand to his face as she waits for his next move. If he started to rub her clit she would come without a doubt and if he didn’t he’d have her on edge without the release her body was craving. She wasn’t sure which was worse.

“Oh that’s what you need huh?” He chuckles and slowly brushes her swollen clit up and down once and her eyelids futter closed. “Tell me what I want to hear and you’ll get what you need.”

“No.” She whines without realizing, her voice low and breathy and he clicks his tongue in condemnation.

“So be it.” His grip on her is on the verge of too tight when he grabs her around the hips instead. He starts to fuck into her with powerful thrusts, skin slapping against skin and heavy breaths filling the office.

“Jesus, fuck!” She cries out, unable to hold back this time. Each time he fills her she gets closer, much to her own frustration because her orgasm was just out of reach. But she wouldn’t beg, that much she refuses to do.

“You’re clenching so good on my cock.” He pants, a smug grin on his face. “You’re so close, so needy.”

“Fuck you.” She seethes and in the blink of an eye his hand is wrapped around her throat in warning.

“Don’t forget why you’re in here.” He squeezes hard around her throat and she whimpers as her eyes close. “You’re just something for me to use, don’t forget that.” He lets go and watches with satisfaction as she draws a few desperate, deep breaths and her pussy clenches harder around him.

She bites her tongue to keep her retort back, because she was dangerously close to crossing the line, to start taunting him right back but for her own enjoyment. Her hips buckles against his, the tension in her stomach is feeling like a boulder and she knows that if he doesn’t come soon, she’ll be giving in to him. He seems to sense it, because his thumb is back on her clit, gently tracing it and watches as her entire body trembles. Satisfaction in dripping off him and his hips speed up as she just barely swallows down his name.

“You’re so fucking close, look at you.” His voice is thick with tension and she barely keeps from agreeing this time.

And then there’s a knock on the door, forcing both of them to stop.

“Hotch I know you’re in there with Prentiss. Can I come in?” Derek’s voice sounds through the door and Aaron turns to her with a smile.

“Should I let him in?”

“I-I.” She mutters but can’t seem to form words. All she could think about was how much she wanted to come, how badly she needed to come. “I don’t know.” She finally gets out and he hums lowly.

“I think he should, I think he deserves to see you like this after today, after all you put him in danger too.” He waits for her to say no, to shake her head or disagree but it doesn’t come. Instead the flush on her cheeks enhances and she nods once. When he pulls out of her she gasps and he shakes her head at her before moving to open the door.

“We’re in the middle of it still.” He tells the other man, wanting to give him a chance to walk away, but Derek only grins at him. “Want to come in?”

“Absolutely.” He quickly closes the door after himself and locks it. “So you finally decided to use our little rule for your own pleasure huh?” He grabs Hotch’s chair and rolls it to the side so he can watch Emily properly, the files he had come in to leave forgotten in his hand.

“I did, it was time.” Aaron slides inside of her like he hadn’t stopped in the first place. “But she’s still subordinate.” He gives Emily a stare and she swallows hard.

“Of course she is.” Derek looks at her, finally addressing her. “Looking good Princess, having a nice time?”

She glares at him and he laughs as he leans back in the chair, enjoying the show.

“She’s close, refuses to admit it though.” Aaron’s thrusts are slower, deep pushes of his hips as his hand press down low on her stomach, earning a guttural groan from her. He keeps pressure on her stomach and lets his thumb rub circles around her clit again as he watches her intently as her entire body reacts to the stimulation.

“Always stubborn, why would you do that to yourself?” Derek winks at her when all she does is moan something resembling a curse in his direction. She is tense and trembling, her skin shining with sweat, make up smudged and hair wild.

“So fucking tight.” Aaron starts to move a little faster as Emily’s moans become louder as she stops trying to hold back. “Beg for it.”

“Hotch, fuck!” She’s getting so close, her body twisting in pleasure as the tension builds steadily. The little break she got while Aaron was letting Derek in, somehow had made her body even more sensitive and she felt every ounce of pride dissipate by every passing second.

“Getting closer.” He would laugh at his own pun if he wasn’t so focused on the way her eyes were rolling back in her head and her jaw was turning slack.

“Come on, let us hear it.” Derek chimes in, he’s stood up but stays back, still respecting that this was Emily’s apology to Aaron and not to him. He didn’t need it.

“Fuck, p-please!” She finally gives in and instead of getting what she wants, Aaron stops rubbing her clit and laughs as she cries out in disappointment.

“Now that wasn’t so hard was it?” He wipes some sweat from his forehead before grabbing her hips to keep her still as he continues to thrust. His own orgasm was building, each thrust getting him closer. “Again.”

Her jaw clenches as she stares up at him in disbelief, then it dawns on her that this was what he wanted all along, her desperate and begging for him. This was her actual way of making today up to him. If she hadn’t already been so delirious she would have been furious, but she didn’t think she could stand not getting to come, and having Derek there, watching her, was only enhancing that feeling. She didn’t think she would enjoy being watched, she didn’t think she’d find that out by being fucked in her boss’s office while her friend was watching, but here they were and she was sure she’d never recover if Aaron didn’t let her come.

“Please, make me come.” She relents and through the blood rushing through her ears she hears Derek chuckle and Aaron mutter words of encouragement.

“Good girl. Now tell me what I want to hear.” He fucks into her hard enough for her body to jolt and she mewls.

“I- I like it, fuck I love it.” She whimpers and he rewards her by starting to rub her clit again, this time with more pressure. Her eyes are wild and wide when she looks up at him, and she sees the same wild expression on him, even in a rumpled suit and heavy breaths.

“That’s right. And you’ll listen to me from now on? Follow my orders?” He’s so close his knees are buckling, hips stuttering but he needs to hear her say it.

“Yes, yes, yes. I won’t disobey you again.” She feels pleasure everywhere, and then he’s rubbing her clit faster and she grunts loudly, only seconds from coming.

“I think we both know that’s a lie. But you should be nice, she’s desperate for it.” Derek’s voice sounds muffled in her ears, her entire focus on Aaron.

“We do, but it’s her first time. I won’t be so nice next time.” If he hadn’t been so damn close himself he would have stopped. But his need for pleasure wins out and he looks down at Emily who’s dangerously close to coming and it felt so fucking good having her like this. Finally she’s giving in to him, giving him what he’s been wanting for months.

“Please, Aaron please!” She writhes and it’s the sound of his name falling from her lips that does it.

“Come for me.” He says and like her body is trained she comes with her head thrown back and a silent scream. She clenches around his cock and it’s enough to send him over the edge as well and he pushes as deep inside of her as he can. He growls something resembling her name as he gives in to his orgasm and through the pounding in his ears he hears her breathing hitch at the heat of his release inside of her.

By the time he feels like he can move without falling down, Derek is sneaking out through the door, the files he came in with sitting at the edge of the desk and Emily is panting and dazed as she looks up at him.

“Well, that was, something.” She jokes and he chuckles breathlessly, still not moving away from her.

“Tell me what you learned.” He takes her hand and pulls her into a sitting position, her face close to his.

“To listen when you give me an order.” She smirks as he nods and then steps away from her. She shivers at the loss of him inside of her but barely a moment later he’s pulling her to stand.

“Don’t think we’re done yet.” He whispers against her face before pushing on her shoulder until she kneels on her own accord. “I said you’d be here until I’ve had my fill.” He gasps at the feel of her tongue around him. “We’re nowhere close to done.” Emily really didn’t see a problem with that.

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I love your fics and am going through withdrawal! lol! Would you ever write one where Emily and Aaron are together while he’s training for the triathlon and she puts him on a sex ban for the week before (since he’s not supposed to train/exert himself etc) and he’s all but feral for her?

A/N: Thank you anon, that's really sweet! I hope you enjoy our idiots being absolutely feral for each other hahaha

Title: Nothing on my mind but you Summary: The week before a triathlon you aren’t supposed to train. Aaron and Emily had different ideas of what that meant, much to his dismay. Word count: 5,1k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, oral sex, fingering, rough sex, multiple orgasms, breathplay, idiots in love, idiots in lust

He’s still winded as he makes his way upstairs towards the bedroom he shares with his wife. Sweat is rolling down his neck, his heart still thumping heavily in his chest. It had been a good training session, but he was ready for a shower.

“Good morning honey.” Emily greets him when he walks into the bedroom. She’s still in bed, sitting against the headboard reading and he smiles at the sight of her in one of his old shirts and his reading glasses on her nose. “Did you have a good work out?”

“Training.” He reminds her and she rolls her eyes at him. “You know you really should get glasses, sweetheart.” He quips as he rids himself of his shirt.

“Why would I when I have yours.” She smiles into a kiss as he bends down. “You’re sweaty, and stink.” Her nose scrunches but makes no move to push him away. “It’s kinda sexy.”

“Is that so?” He smirks and kisses her again and when she sighs into it he deepens it as his hand moves under the covers to feel her warm skin. “Join me in the shower?”

“Is Jack still asleep?” She’s already letting him drag her out of bed and towards the bathroom.

“Yes, but we need to hurry.” He wiggles his eyebrows at her and she laughs into another kiss as he pushes her towards the bathroom.

To Aaron, it was a perfect morning.

“So when is the triathlon?” Dave asks as they’re heading home from Utah, another case solved and a team that were exhausted.

“Next weekend.” His head turns as Emily grabs his hand from where she’s sitting beside him.

“Eight days.” She sighs and his eyebrows scrunches slightly at that.

“You have a countdown?” When she only shrugs with a smile he knows she’s not telling him everything.

“Of course I do.” She says simply and he wants to ask more but he’s acutely aware that Dave and JJ are both seated right across from him. “It’s important to you.”

“Well I’m excited to cheer you on.” JJ smiles at them and Dave nods along. “You’ve been training for months, time to show us what you got.”

“Part of me can’t wait until it’s over.” He admits as he relaxes into his seat and makes a mental note to ask Emily about her slightly odd behavior once they get home.

“Me too.” He hears Emily say and he gives her another curious look. Yeah he definitely needed to ask her what’s going through her mind.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” He mumbles the next day, his lips against the back of her neck. He had waited for her to wake up, had let his lips graze her neck and as his fingers traced gently against her ribs.

“Morning.” She drawls, her voice raspy like always in the morning. “How did you sleep?”

“Like a log.” He presses a few kisses against the nape of her neck and smiles when she shivers in return. “Turn around.” His hand is moving over her body under the covers, feels the familiar curves under his palm until he grabs her hip to pull her back against him. When she feels him through his boxers she sucks in a low breath and twists enough in his arms so they’re facing each other.

“We can’t.” She bites her bottom lip at the clear confusion on his face. “You’re not supposed to exert yourself the week before the triathlon right?” When his fingers twitch against her hip she smirks.

“Yeah, no training.” He pulls her closer but then he feels her hand on his chest, stopping him. “But no one said anything about not having sex with my gorgeous wife.”

“No training, no exertion, no sex.” She stamps a kiss to his lip when he just stares at her. “You’re officially on a sex ban.”

“You can not be serious.” He tries to pull her closer again but she shakes her head at him. “Emily.”

“Honey,” She cups his face in her hand. “you know how much I love our sex life, and we also know that we won’t be taking it easy. So for this week, we are not having sex, you’re not going to perform worse at that triathlon cause you’re too tired from making me come.” She pushes him until he’s on his back and she straddles his hips.

“This really is not fair.” He mutters and when she laughs he realizes he sounds like a petulant child.

“One week, that’s all.” She gives him a quick peck before climbing off his lap. “Seven days, you got this.”

Day 1

It took him another twenty minutes to realize that Emily was in fact, serious. A sex ban. A week without sex because of some ridiculous notion that he couldn’t do any strenuous exercise. He knew that she only did it to tease him, that as much as she would hate this week, he would hate it more and she was finding it enjoyable. Aaron didn’t see the humor in it, because how could he when he was married to Emily Prentiss. She was gorgeous, sexy, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and for the past three years he had gotten to enjoy her in every way possible.

Not to say that they were insatiable and were screwing like two teenagers every day, but there was something about knowing that she was just out of reach that made something inside him react.

“I never said you couldn’t touch.” She tells him as he lingers in the doorway as she’s pouring them both their morning coffee. When she turns she leans back against the counter, a mug to her lips to hide her smirk.

“You’re a menace.” He corners her against the counter and puts his hands on her waist. “And there really is no logic to your reasoning.”

She doesn’t get the chance to respond, the sound of Jack’s quick footsteps running down the stairs forcing them apart. He catches the look of satisfaction in her eye, and he swore this would be the longest week of his life.

Day 2

He is woken up by the sound of his alarm and groggily turns it off. Emily is wrapped around him, her leg intertwined with his, her arm around his waist, her head tucked into the crook of his neck. She’s everywhere and his body has already responded to her proximity.

“Em, it’s time to get up.” He whispers and she makes a noise and only buries her face deeper into him.

“Do we have to?” She makes no effort in moving and he lets himself enjoy the softness of her body against his for a moment.

“Do we have to go to work? I think we do.” He hears her chuckle, a dry, sarcastic sound that he knows she isn’t even aware of this early in the morning. “Come on sweetheart.”

She grunts but still rolls away from the heat of him and onto her own side of the bed. His hand finds hers and she lets him drag her into a sitting position. She wasn’t a morning person, she never had been.

“I’ll put on the coffee, and then I’ll join you in the shower.” He watches as she smiles lazily at him. She really was beautiful in the morning, soft and imperfect, a vision only reserved for him.

“Nice try.” She gets up and slowly makes her way towards the bathroom while rubbing her face.

“I’m only thinking about the environment, we’re saving water.” He calls after her and when she laughs he feels the familiar warmth of it settle in his chest.

“Sure you are baby.” She calls back just before turning on the shower. She’s not surprised when he still joins her only a few minutes later, his lips on her shoulder and hands stroking over her body. “You’re worse than a teenager.”

“This isn’t sex, this is me enjoying my beautiful wife.” He husks and when she sucks in a breath at the feel of him against her backside he can’t help but feel smug. This might have been her idea, but that doesn’t mean that she’d get to have all the fun.

Day 3

Being away on a case forced him to keep his thoughts on the case and not her. Which was hard, even at the best of times. It was ridiculous, the insane want he felt for her. He felt like a child, wanting something he could not have, but the thing was he had her, he knew what she sounded like, what she tasted like, how she looked lost in pleasure. And during the few moments he had to himself those images would flash through his mind.

All he wanted was to bend her over a desk and take her the way he knew she loved. It was all he could think about, how badly he needed her.

“It’s been three days.” She reminds him like he hasn’t been counting down the hours steadily. They were in a precinct in Texas and it was so freaking hot that Emily had decided to take her jacket off. He hated it, because she was showing off her collarbones, a part of the female body he always felt was deeply underappreciated, as well as her cleavage. When she bent forward he couldn’t help but to stare down her shirt, he really did feel like a teenager.

“It’s three days too long.” He mutters back as he reaches for the file she’s currently bending over to hand him across the table.

“You act like we haven’t gone days without sex before, honey.” The amusement is clear on her face, and if there hadn’t been only a door hiding them away from other people he would have grabbed her throat for that. He felt desire simmering in his veins, thrumming steadily and he couldn’t imagine how the next four days would go.

“That’s different.” He tells her and her eyebrow arches as she crosses her arms under her chest.

“How?” She catches the way his eyes drift down towards her breasts and gives him a knowing look.

“That’s when we’ve been too busy, or too tired, but this, what you’re doing right now is-” He stops when the door opens abruptly.

“Hey guys there’s someone calling in claiming to be the unsub.” Spencer interrupts them and just like that, his focus was back at work.

Day 4

They’re heading home from Texas, the case had unraveled quickly. They usually did when dealing with a narcissistic killer. He had chosen to sit by himself in the corner of the plane, blaming paperwork when in reality he needed to put space between himself and Emily. She had spent the night pressed tightly against him, and now all he could feel was her. The smell of something as simple as her perfume was driving him wild and even though he could see the way she was starting to struggle too, she was determined to last the week.

But he was struggling more than her, which was rare. Normally she would be the frenzied one, the one needing the physical part of their relationship more than him. His eyes found hers across the plane and he felt a tugging low in his abdomen when she looked at him with a filthy smirk. Then his phone vibrated in his pocket and he saw her own phone in her hand.

Emily: You’re really going to sit there the entire flight?

Aaron: Unless you want me to fuck you in the bathroom of this plane, yes.

He watches the way her cheeks tint the slightest shade of pink and he licks his bottom lip at the sight.

Emily: Three more days.

Like he needed the reminder.

Aaron: Trust me I know. And you’re going to pay for making me wait an entire week.

She bites her bottom lip at his response and when her eyes meet his again, he sees the same heat he feels reflect in her dark orbs.

Emily: Is that a promise?

It most certainly was.

Day 5

It’s been five days. Five. He’s pretty sure he’s losing his mind, because this is what it must feel like being consumed by lust. He finds himself just staring at her, the simplest, most mundane tasks making his mouth water because it was her doing them. He finds himself tenting his slacks as she bites the end of her pen when doing paperwork, because he knows just what she could do with that mouth. When she unloads the dishwasher later that same day he has to physically grab the edge of the kitchen table to keep himself from simply pushing her tights down her thighs and fuck her right there and then, because he knew what her ass looked like when she bent over for him.

And then she’s kneeling on the floor, cleaning up some of the toys that Jack had forgotten about before bedtime and he watches as she looks up at him behind long lashes and he’s tasting blood from the way he bites down on his tongue.

“You’re so pretty on your knees, sweetheart.” He comments and she immediately flushes. She’s gotten needier too and that’s part of what’s driving him insane. She stays close to him as much as possible, always touching him in some way when they’re alone, her lips searching for his. He might be falling into madness, but he’s pretty sure she is as well.

“Thank you.” She whispers instead of making a smug remark and his suspicions are confirmed.

“Too bad about your little rule, huh?” He stands from where he’s seated on the couch and grabs her chin. “Two more days.”

“R-right.” She stutters and when he lets go of her almost reaches for him.

Day 6

It had been an insane day, they had been called in early. It was local case, a child abduction that despite all odds was managed to be solved that same night, with a child going home to his parents. But because of their day Aaron had barely had time to think about anything but work. It wasn’t until he was packing up for the night that he realized that the triathlon was the next day, he hadn’t been nervous about it but suddenly excitement and nerves twisted his gut.

For the last six days he had been consumed by her, the triathlon had barely been on his mind. It dawns on him that’s probably part of why Emily had done what she did, because she knew he’d get in his head about it. He didn’t have to be the best, he knew he wouldn’t be, but he was also an overachiever and she knew that even if he hadn’t voiced it out loud, he was putting pressure on himself to perform well.

“Are you ready to go home?” Her voice is soft and tired and he didn’t blame her, it had been a long day.

He stands from his desk and wordlessly walks towards her and slams the door behind her before pressing her against it. He swallows up her sound of surprise with a kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth as his hands are firm on her hips. One hand moves to the small of her back and slips under her shirt, feeling her soft skin under his fingertips. When they break apart he stays close, his forehead pressing gently against hers.

“What was that for?” She whispers as her eyelids flutter open and her arms wrap around his neck.

“I just love you.” He smiles at the way she breaks into a grin. “And I’m so thankful for you.”

“I love you too, honey. So much.” She lets him pull her into another kiss, this one gentler as they enjoy a moment to just be.

Day 7

He’s finished the triathlon and he feels like he might die. He’s panting and gulping down half a bottle of water as his family and friends stand around him, cheering him on. Jack’s handmade sign in his other hand and something he would frame later.

“Pretty impressive, I had money on the swim killing you.” Emily winks at him and he laughs through heavy breaths.

“I practiced.” He grins match hers as she ignores his wet clothes in favor of giving him a quick kiss.

“Hey you guys want to get something to eat?” Spencer asks and the rest immediately agrees.

They all wait as he changes clothes, his entire body was spent, muscles aching but he was proud of himself. He had set a goal earlier that year, to finish a triathlon and he had made it, he had done it. He’s still grinning when he meets the rest of the team at their cars and Jack jumps into his arms.

“Are you okay?” Emily chuckles when she notices that he struggles slightly to carry Jack and he nods.

“Give me a few hours and I’ll be as good as new.”

Yeah, that was wishful thinking.

They get home later than they thought, and by the time Jack is asleep in bed, he’s so spent that he falls asleep on the couch.

“Come on honey, lets go to bed.” Emily wakes him gently and he groans but still stands. He brushes his teeth and showers quickly and by the time he gets into bed his body feels heavy.

“So much for making me pay.” She quips from beside him and he peeks up at her with one eye.

“Just you wait, sweetheart. Jessica has Jack tomorrow.”

He’s asleep before he hears her response.

He woke up early, so early it was still dark out. Emily is sleeping soundly beside him and he takes a few moments to simply look at her. He watches her chest rise and fall, sees her nipples through the thin tank she was wearing, lets his finger trail from between her breast to her slender neck. His eyes travelled over her face, from her slightly parted lips, to the point of her nose that he knew she hated, but he loved. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly when he moved closer to her, her dark hair was splayed around her on the pillow, she was beautiful and she was his.

His hand moved down her body again, sneaking under the covers to find the lining of her underwear. One finger trailed below the fabric and Emily sighed lazily.

“Wake up, Em.” He whispered before pressing a kiss to her shoulder, then continued further up as he carefully positioned himself above her.

“What are you doing?” She mumbled sleepily, eyes still closed but legs spreading automatically for him to fit between.

“I’m enjoying my wife.” He mumbled against her collarbone before sucking a mark into the skin at the base of her neck.” His cock was already pulsing, pushing against her through their underwear and Emily rocked gently up against it.

“Honey.” She gasps, whatever else she was going to say dying on her lips when he sucked her nipple through her tank. Her fingers find their way to his short hair as he continues to kiss down her body, still half-asleep as he drags her panties from her hips.

“You’re going to come on my tongue,” He mumbles lowly as he settles between her thighs, his lips ghosting over her clit as he speaks. “and then you’re going to come on my cock.” He nips at her thigh and she sucks in a breath. “And after, you’re going to let me come in that pretty mouth of yours.” He bites a bruise into the other thigh and she whines lowly. “Is that clear?”

“Crystal.” She gasps and only a moment later he’s licking through her.

He makes good on his word and she’s coming gasping his name with hands twisting the sheets and thighs trembling around his head. She’s still coming down from her high when he pushes inside of her, sets a pace that’s hard and rough and exactly what they’ve both been needing for the last week.

“You feel so fucking good, how do you always feel so fucking good?” He mutters against her neck as she starts to tense underneath him in no time at all.

“Harder, fuck baby harder.” Her heels are digging into his ass, her nails are breaking the skin of his back, and he revels in the sting of it. He thrusts harder, and she comes biting down on his shoulder. Later he will press on the bruise she leaves behind fondly.

“Gonna come sweetheart.” He hisses as her muffled moans turns into breathier whimpers and she nods against his shoulder. He pulls out with a groan and moves higher on the bed until he’s straddling her chest and she leans back on her elbows and opens her mouth.

One of her hands wrap around his shaft while she licks the taste of herself from his tip. She sucks hard, lets her tongue swipe across the underside of his cock as her hand twists and when she looks up at him through her eyelashes he comes with a punched-out groan. He’s gripping the headboard so hard his knuckles turn white as he lets pleasure take over as his body jerks and head falls back.

By the time he’s relaxed, Emily has swallowed and is cleaning him up with lazy licks of her tongue.

“That was so good, honey.” Her breathing is still labored as he lays back beside her and she immediately fits herself against him.

“Don’t think we’re done, not by a long shot.” He smirks against the top of her head before pulling her into a kiss, enjoying the taste of both of them on her tongue.

And he wasn’t lying, the moment the door closed after Jessica picked Jack up, he was on her. They didn’t even make it to their bedroom, and instead he pinned her between the couch and his body. He had her naked in minutes, his hands moving all over her body and his lips tasting her skin.

“Jesus Aaron.” She chuckles breathlessly as his fingers move between her thighs, a low hum of enjoyment leaving him at finding her hot and slick already.

“You’re irresistible.” His voice is thick with arousal as he turns her around but keeps her close with one arm wrapped around her chest, his hand finding her throat. The other hand moves down her stomach and he grins as he feels the muscles tense under his touch. His continues down back between her legs and lets his middle finger circle her clit slowly and her head falls back against his shoulder at the feeling

“So wet, already so ready for me.” He breathes against her ear as the hand around her throat tightens just slightly, daring her to move away from him. She nods with a low moan, and her legs spread for him, giving him more room.

“It feels so good.” She gasps and he ruts against her ass and circles her clit with firmer pressure.

“I know, baby.” He smirks against her ear before biting the lobe. “You’re making the prettiest noises for me, I’ve thought about hearing them all week.” His hand moves lower and he pushes two fingers inside of her as he lets the palm of his hand drag over her clit and she moans loudly. “Just like that.”

“Fuck, Aaron!” She feels her knees buckling and she grabs his arm with one hand as the other steadies herself against the back of the couch, her nails digging into the fabric. He knew her body better than she knew it herself, and as he continued to whisper praise and filth against her ear his fingers hooked inside of her as he continued to press his palm against her clit. The heat in the pit of her stomach was already building, her hips rocking into his hands and back against his cock which was straining inside his sweats.

His hips push forward against her ass and she stumbles slightly, stuck between his body and the couch. He only snickers at her and tightens his hold on her neck, feeling her pulse beat wildly under his fingers.

“You gonna come for me?” His voice is laced with satisfaction and she mewls as her hips buckle and her slick walls tighten around his fingers. “One week and you turn into the most desperate little thing.”

“Please, honey please.” She begs and she feels his lips curl into a smirk against her neck as his cock twitches against her ass. Any other day she wouldn’t give in so easily to his taunting, but it had been a long week, a week without his touch and even though it had been her idea, it didn’t mean that she hadn’t been struggling just as much as he had. “I’m so fucking close.” She pants and his hand tightens around her throat, slowly cutting of blood flow and making her lightheaded.

“Come for me baby, soak my fingers.” He hisses the word against her ear as she starts to tense against him. His hold on her throat loosens and she comes with a guttural groan that shoots straight to his cock. He continues to push his fingers inside of her, groans praise against her ear until her body has stopped shaking and her eyelids flutter open and she’s twisting her head enough to kiss him breathlessly.

“Fuck me.” She gasps against his lips and he hums, satisfaction dripping from the sound. He pushes her forward, one hand pressing between her shoulder blades as he urges her to bend over the back of the couch.

“Insatiable, aren’t you sweetheart?” He teases as he pushes his pants and boxers down his legs. She glares at him over her shoulder but it doesn’t have the desired effect when her cheeks are still flushed and brown orbs clouded by lust. “That’s okay, I am too.” He assures her lowly and slowly pushes the tip of his cock through her folds.

She whimpers each time he bumps against her clit. Her back arches as he teases them both, her entire body needing to feel him inside of her.

He licks up her spine, tastes the sweat on her skin before straightening. One hand wrap in her dark hair and tugs and she moans at the slight pain from it.

“My pretty thing, fucking gorgeous.” He mutters before pushing inside of her with one smooth thrust that forces groans from both of them. The hand not in her hair grabs her hip hard as he sets a pace that he’s sure is too rough, the grunt from her making his pause.

“Do not fucking stop.” She hisses through clenched teeth and she hears his breathless chuckle.

“Like I said, insatiable.” He tugs on her hair and starts moving again and she moans loudly. His hand is probably bruising her skin from his hold on her, he knows they both will have marks on their bodies for days from the way they’ve been grabbing and biting and clawing at each other. He loves it, loves when they’re desperate for each other.

“I don’t think I’m the only one.” She pants and he tugs her head back harder, forcing her to bend further. He’s leaning over her, face sweaty and eyes dark enough to look black as he looks at her flushed face.

“You’re right about that, if I could I’d spend every waking moment having you like this.” He growls as his hips move faster, their bodies creating obscene sounds each time they connect. She groans, her jaw clenching slightly and he feels her clenching around his cock. “Does it hurt?” He hisses lowly and she nods.

“Yes.” She admits, the fill of him always a lot, but the power of his thrusts blending the line between pleasure and pain.

“Do you like it?” He already knew the answer, could see the way her body was reacting to him.

“Yes.” She hisses and he lets go of her hair, forcing her to fall forward over the back of the couch.

“Filthy thing, perfect thing.” He grabs both of her hips and pushed her down against the couch, keeping her there as he continued to fuck into her. It was filthy, feral, exactly what he had been denied and exactly what he needed.

She’s starting to tense only a few minutes later, her slick walls tightening and trembling around his cock as she moans get louder and needier.

“Come with me, let me feel it.” She pleads as the pleasure builds steadily inside of her. Her body feels like it’s on fire, heat spreading through every nerve ending as he pushes her higher and higher. She feels his hips stutter, hears his groan, close to animalistic and she catches his reflection in the TV. He’s sweaty, hair messy and strong body tense as he stares down at where they’re connected. He looks wild, lost in desire and pleasure and the image is enough to make her come with a strangled cry.

The feeling of her coming is enough to force his own orgasm. He comes with a growl, his entire body twitching and cock buried as deep inside of her as possible as they come together in a messy haze of pleasure. His knees are buckling, he’s heaving for breath while Emily stays slumped over the couch, drawing desperate breaths into her lungs.

It’s not until he feels like his legs won’t give out on him that he pulls away from her and she sighs at the empty feeling he leaves behind. He’s gentle as he pulls her up to stand as well and she smiles lazily up at him before moving around the couch, dragging him with her. He lays down and she easily fits herself between the backrest of the couch and his body after covering both of them with a blanket.

“If one week gets you like this, I’d love to know what a month would do.” She chuckles against his throat and he cradles the back of her head.

“Sweetheart we both know you wouldn’t have lasted another day, don’t push your luck.” He teases but there’s nothing but affection in his voice. He presses a kiss to her forehead and she looks up at him, looking sated and content.

“So when we’re old and grey?”

“I’ll be bending you over your walker.” He promises with a smile.

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realtime-00 · 1 year ago

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I probably shouldn’t have read this at work. I loveeeee them 😭

I’m likely on Twitter way too much but I’ve been inspired by the “railed in a sundress” tweets to try and inspire you. So, request for a hotchniss “railed in a sundress” fic? Ily

Title: Love like mine (4/11) Chapter title: I'll make you scream and I'll make you want it Summary: He wasn’t a cheater. Until her. Word count: 3,5k Rating: Explicit Warnings (for this chapter): Smut, dirty talk, anal play, cheating, a tiny hint of feelings, a tiny bit of angst

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

They stand in silence as the elevator makes its way up to their floor, side by side. His fingers are grazing hers, a gentle touch, something small and she forces a smile away.

“Had a good weekend?” She keeps looking straight ahead, watches as people get off and on the elevator.

“Yes, thank you.” He uses the fact that it gets more crowded to his advantage as she moves a little closer to him. “What about you?”

“It was fine.” When his hand grabs her ass she bites her bottom lip, can see the amusement he’s clearly trying to hide in her peripheral.

“Good.” The ding of the elevator forces them to part as they make their way out and walk towards the glass doors. “Can I see you in my office after the morning briefing?”

“Of course, sir.”

The glint in his eye caused her to smirk knowingly.

They’re in Montana, the case brutal, videos and torture devices in the unsubs house making her feel nauseous. She usually wasn’t fazed, but this case took a toll on all of them and she wanted to forget, just for an hour, about the horror they had witnessed. They never spent the night together on cases, but she needed something to get rid of the disgust she felt, needed to feel something other than rage.

“Can you come to my room tonight?” She asks quietly after finding him alone in the police station. He gives her a questioning look as he sorts through papers.

“I thought we had an agreement.” He can see the tension in her shoulders, hates the world for a moment because the women all looked like her.

“I know. I just… never mind.” She shakes her head quickly and chuckles dryly. “Forget it.”

He’s knocking on her door that same night and she opens wearing loose shorts and a tank, less put together than she normally shows herself, but he finds that he likes it.

“I didn’t think you’d come.” She lets him in and leans back against the door as he gets his tie and suit jacket off.

“I couldn’t stay away.”

Neither of them talk about the fact that they don’t have sex that night.

The tension is thick in the car, another argument, another day with clipped words and icy tones. Fights had almost become normal in their home. They didn’t used to be like this, but if Aaron was completely honest they had ignored their problems for a long time. It started before she got pregnant with Jack, her irritation at his work hours and unpredictable schedule something that he knew he could easily fix but wouldn’t. He thinks that’s what has hurt her the most, the fact that he wouldn’t change his job for her, not even after they had a child.

It's the fourth of July, it’s unbearably hot and for once they aren’t working. It was Penelope’s idea to have a celebration, Derek’s idea to have a barbeque in the backyard of one of the houses he’s just finished renovating. And Haley is angry with him. He had gotten home late, tired from another long day, coming home to a wife that wanted nothing more than to spend time with him. It shouldn’t have made him mad, he knows he should be more appreciative of everything she does for him, for their child.

And yet he can’t help the way annoyance itches on his skin as she complains that he missed another milestone in Jack’s life, doesn’t seem to be able to stop the words that come out harsher than he means to. And now they’re at a standstill, too late to cancel going to Derek’s but nowhere near having solved the ongoing fight.

Emily would be there, that realization hitting him just as he walked through the front door the night before. Emily would be there, would be sharing a space with his wife for the first time since the bar, that night seeming like a lifetime ago when she had him pressed against a wall, confidence and alcohol on her tongue as she asked if he was happy with Haley.

He was. He was happy, for the most part he thinks. But that was a part of marriage, you went through ups and downs. Aaron wonders what down causes him to cheat on his wife, knows that there’s no answer good enough.

And now he was going to watch as his wife interacted with his mistress.

“Honey?” He says softly as he parks the car, dares to put his hand on her thigh and when she doesn’t move he takes that as a good sign. “I’ll try more. I promise.”

She smiles at him, a sad smile that he knows she thinks is reassuring but is anything but.

“You know you can’t promise that. Not as long as you’re working within the BAU.” Still, she rests her hand on top off his. “We can talk more tonight, I just want us to enjoy today.” She reaches over the center console and presses a chaste kiss to his cheek.

“Okay.” He agrees and they both get out of the car. He gets Jack out of the car seat, the toddler happily babbling as they walk around the house to the front yard where everyone had already arrived.

“Hotch!” Derek greets him happily as he stands by the grill with Penelope beside him. “Finally, we thought you weren’t going to make it.” He hugs Haley and Penelope does the same.

“We had a cranky toddler.” Haley lies and it works, the attention quickly switching from them to Jack. “Sorry we’re late.”

“It’s alright, anything for my main man Jack.” Derek takes him from Aaron and puts him on his shoulders and Jack laughs.

“Please be careful.” Penelope warns, eyes wide as she watches them and Derek chuckles at the worried tone of his friend, Haley joining him.

“It’s fine Penelope, he loves it.” She smiles and Aaron nods along just as JJ and Spencer walks towards them, greeting them with smiles and hugs and then Dave walks out from the house carrying a bowl filled with salad.

He’s about to make his way toward the older man and then he sees her.

Emily is behind Dave, carrying two bottles of wine and dressed in a white dress, thin straps and knee length, small blue flowers on the fabric. He’s seen her naked, seen her in lingerie and yet, he’s close to stunned as he lets his eyes move over her slowly. She notices, but covers just as quickly when she sees Haley behind him.

She had known Haley would be there, had forced any feeling of unease away and yet her stomach twisted nervously for a moment when she saw them. But she forced a smile as her eyes met the other woman’s.

“Haley, it’s nice to see you again.” She greets them as Haley comes to stand beside Aaron while she puts the wine bottles down.

“Nice to see you too.” Haley’s smile seems stiff, the ease of how she had spoken to Emily the last time they saw each other gone and she wonders if maybe Haley knows more than she lets on. “That’s such a cute dress.” She continues and Emily smiles.

“Thank you.” She can tell Aaron isn’t used to seeing her this way, isn’t used to her simply being Emily and not Prentiss or the thrill hidden inside the walls of her apartment. His eyes seemed glued to her and everything in her wants to tell him to stop, because that’s the look that gets her naked, the look that makes her undress in his office as he presses a gun to her skin. “I just got this actually.” She continues just as Jack starts to whine, thankfully catching Haley’s attention.

“Excuse me.” She turns to walk towards the rest of the group and Emily gives Aaron a warning look.

“Stop it.” She mutters as she opens the first wine bottle and then pours herself a glass before continuing to pour wine into the rest of the glasses.

“Stop what?” He asks quietly and grabs the other bottle to open.

“Stop staring at me like that.”

He doesn’t get the chance to reply, JJ and Penelope coming over to grab their own glasses and quickly whisking her away with conversations about Penelope’s latest date.

All things considered, it goes better than she had thought. Haley seems to loosen up and Aaron is keeping a safe distance from her. It’s a beautiful day and they get to relax in each other’s company, something they hadn’t done in months. It’s a good day and yet she can’t keep herself from lusting after him. She doesn’t do anything about it, his child and wife are there, they’re surrounded by their friends and coworkers, and yet, she wants him.

And he wants her too. He might be staying away, but his eyes seem to linger on her, dark eyes following her movements and she knows that they’re walking a thin line.

He finds her alone in the kitchen as she rinses off plates, Spencer having left her just moments before to collect some of the trash.

“I told you to stop.” She doesn’t turn to look at him, doesn’t need to when she feels his presence behind her, not close enough to touch, but close enough for the hairs at the back of her neck to rise.

“You look beautiful.” He whispers and after making sure no one is around he takes a step closer, close enough to smell her perfume as he lets one finger drag slowly up her arm, and when she shivers he smiles.

“Please don’t.” She almost drops the plate in her hand, stops to lean against the counter to try to keep some resemblance of control.

“Why?” He husks, somehow unable to keep away from her even now.

“Your wife is outside. With your child. And if you don’t-” She starts but then he pushes up fully behind her and she feels him, strong chest and warm hands, the bulge of him in his jeans.

“If I don’t what?” He knows that he needs to walk away, that this was beyond reckless. It was stupid. But then she made a low sound, a mewl, a sound he recognized as desperation and he couldn’t seem to stop.

“We can’t… not here.”

The sound of footsteps forces him to step away, Penelope’s heels loud against the hardwood floors.

“Do you guys need any help in here?” She asks, all smiles and bright eyes.

“No just finishing up, we’ll be out in a minute.” Aaron tells her and she walks back outside, gone as quickly as she came. For a moment he’s happy that she wasn’t a profiler, that she didn’t think about things the way the rest of them did. When he turns to look at Emily her pupils are dilated, her tongue sneaking out to wet her bottom lip and he knows that what he’s about to do is madness, but in that moment he does not care about the repercussions. “Meet me upstairs in fifteen minutes.”

She looks at him for a moment, debates with herself about how far is actually too far. But when she meets his eye she can’t seem to stop herself from nodding.

“Okay.”

He was her addiction, and she wasn’t going to quit.

Aaron walks outside and is immediately met by Haley who’s holding Jack in her arms.

“I was just about to put him down for nap.” She says and he takes him from her.

“I’ll do it, go enjoy yourself.” He smiles at her and only feels the slight pang of guilt for lying to her, feels a little more guilt for using his own son to get away from the rest of the team. But Haley smiles and nods, kisses his cheek quickly and turns back to JJ and Dave who were seated at the table talking to each other.

“Where’s Prentiss?” He hears Derek ask just as he turns to walk back inside the house, meeting Emily in the doorway with a look.

“Right here.” She gets the attention of the other man but give Aaron a subtle nod as they pass each other. It’s beyond reckless, but she couldn’t stay away.

She’s never been so happy for her upbringing as she was that day, that she could focus on the conversations around her even as excitement flows in her veins. The minutes drag on slowly, even with Derek’s jokes and Rossi’s stories. He was still new to the team, someone she didn’t know well yet, didn’t trust him like she trusted the rest, but he was warming up to them, and she to him.

“I have to use the bathroom.” She excuses herself after close to fifteen minutes had passed and she stands.

“The downstairs one is still a mess, go upstairs and it’s the second door to the right.” Derek tells her and she smiles her thanks. Perfect.

She finds him upstairs, just coming out of a bedroom with a baby monitor in hand. When he sees her, he stops and looks at her, a cross between want and doubt on his face.

“We’re being stupid.” She says for him, knows that’s what he’s thinking. To her surprise he walks towards her until he can take her hand and drag her into another bedroom.

“We are.” He tells her and puts the baby monitor down before pushing her up against the wall behind her. “We have to be quick.” His warm hand moves under her dress until he reaches the apex of her thighs.

“You’re sure?” Her voice comes out only slightly shaky and then his fingers drag along the seam of her underwear, feeling her wetness through the silk and she bites back a moan.

“Yes.” He claims her lips in a kiss at the same time he moves her underwear to the side to press two fingers inside of her, making sure she was ready. When he finds her wet and hot he bites her bottom lip. “You have to be quiet.” He mumbles as she drags his zipper down and then pushes his jeans and boxers down enough for him to feel the air on his heated shaft.

“So do you.” She smirks, her hand around him and when he hisses she feels a sense of accomplishment. Her legs wrap around his hip and his hand wraps under her thigh, keeping her steady as he pushes her harder against the wall. When he pushes inside of her it’s with a rough thrust, and the feeling pushing the air from her lungs.

He exhales sharply, the feeling of her always amazing and he gives them a moment before he starts to move. They don’t have time to waste so they don’t, his movements hard and fast as Emily’s fingers dig into his shirt, her head thrown back and her lip between her teeth in an effort to stay as quiet as possible.

“You like this?” He whispers against her ear, ragged breath and breathy words. “You fucking love it.”

“Y-yes.” She gasps and his eyes darken just slightly. It was wrong, so unbelievably wrong, and it only seemed to spur her on, being close to getting caught, knowing that he chose to come to her even with his wife just downstairs, it was thrilling, something she shouldn’t find arousing but did. Her fingers dug harder into his shoulder as he moved with quicker strokes and he quickly grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head.

“No marks.” He growled in her ear, dark and low and she let her head fall back against the wall with a dull thud.

“Fuck Aaron, harder.” She pulled him against her using her leg, forcing him as deep inside of her as possible and the low moan that left her lips caused him to quickly let go of her wrists to cover her mouth.

“Shh, quiet.” He stares her down as he continues to move, keeps his hand over her mouth when she starts to tremble. “Think you can keep quiet sweetheart? Think you can keep from screaming?”

She nodded against his hold, the smugness only getting her closer and she made a mental note to get him back at some other time. But then he changes the angle and only a few seconds later she comes, her orgasm rushing through her so fast she goes lightheaded. Her leg buckles and if he hadn’t expected it she would have fallen, but he’s there, keeping her against the wall as the pleasure washes over her.

He doesn’t move away until he knows she can stand, and carefully sets her leg down then turns her around. He’s back inside of her in moments, buries his face in junction of her neck and shoulder to keep his own groan down.

“Gorgeous thing, all mine.” He lets one hand move around her body until he’s wrapping it around her throat, squeezing loosely, the other moves down to hold her dress up enough to watch the way her body takes him.

“Yours, jesus Aaron.” She bites her hand to keep from moaning, the pleasure of him close to maddening as he keeps fucking her with even strokes. Then she feels his hand move over her hip, toward her ass until he gently presses his thumb against her other hole.

“Have you ever?” He pants, eyes fastened on the way her hole tightens as he presses the pad of his thumb against it, but she doesn’t tense up or move away from him.

“No. Never.” She expects him to try and push his thumb in there, but he doesn’t. Instead he grabs her hip and pulls her back hard against him as his hand tightens around her throat.

“Maybe some other time.” He groans quietly, the thought of being her first getting him to the edge in record time. She must feel it, because she moves back against him as his hips stutter, her walls squeezing his shaft until his jaw clenches and he bites back a groan as he comes inside of her. He can hear her low whimper through the ringing in his ears, the sound breathy and low even as his hand stays wrapped around her throat. His legs tremble as the pleasure overtakes him and only when he feels like he can breathe again, does he move away from her.

Emily quickly fixes her underwear and pulls her dress down, her hands moving to brush through her dark hair and she smiles at him.

“Can you come over soon?” She asks as he puts himself back together too.

“I’ll try.” He promises, and that’s enough for her.

She walks down first and when he joins them a couple of minutes later he notices the look Dave sends him. But he doesn’t say anything and before he can ask the older man what’s wrong Haley comes up to him.

“You were gone a while.”

“Sorry it took a while to get Jack down.” He lies, silently wondering when his life became this mess.

They keep fighting, fight until he’s not even sure what they’re fighting about. Haley rarely raises her voice, but when she does he knows that she’s moments away from saying something she’ll regret later. And then it comes.

“You put everything before us, before Jack. Every single day. It’s like you don’t want to be here at all.”

“You know that’s not true Haley.” He can feel his own anger, simmering, barely contained. There was some truth to her words, that’s why he’s angry, he would never wish something else for his life, couldn’t imagine a life without Jack. But the facts were that he spent more nights than he cared to admit in another woman’s apartment.

“Isn’t it?” Her nails are digging into her upper arms, rage she doesn’t want to show making her body shake. “You chose your job every day. You could have a normal job and-”

“And what?!” His voice is louder than he means it, and he can tell that it startles her. “Be miserable? Is that what you want?”

“Bottom line is, we aren’t enough for you.” Her words make him furious and he slams a cabinet loud enough for the wood to crack slightly. The sudden bang wakes Jack up, his cries cutting through their fury for a moment.

“I’ll go.” She says, her voice suddenly soft and tired, like all the fight drained out of her. “I’m not going to live like this Aaron. I’m done.”

Aaron watches her as she goes. He never thought his life would turn out like this.

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realtime-00 · 1 year ago

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Oh this is gonna hurt me.

Hey bestie! I love your works! I was wondering maybe you could write a fic where Emily is cockwarming Aaron while he’s cleaning his gun and she cums very quick because it’s too sexy for her ☺️

A/N: I’ll give an extra warning for this chapter, it contains gun kink, you have been warned!

I would also like to add that I wrote most of this either on the way to or from @sequinsmile-x, as well as in her apartment.

Title: Love like mine (3/11) Chapter title: But don’t worry I’ll make sure you don’t forget it Summary: He wasn’t a cheater. Until her. Word count: 3,7k Rating: Explicit Warnings (for this chapter): Smut, cock warming, gun kink, dirty talk, cheating, hinting at abortion

They spend the day mostly naked, starting off with breakfast until Emily casually strips herself from his shirt and he ends up taking her on her dining room table. It’s hours spent together in between sex and jokes and conversation and Emily finds herself liking the way he’s relaxing in her company, the difference between Aaron and Hotch slowly sneaking through in a way he hadn’t let it before.

He’s funny, a dry sense of humor that she finds that she enjoys and she can tell that he likes the way she challenges him. It had been part of his attraction to her from the start, the fact that he can’t really figure her out.

“Where did you get this?” He asks as he traces the tattoo on her hipbone, faded and old on her skin.

“In Italy.” She doesn’t want to tell him the whole story, doesn’t want him to tell him that after one of the worst experiences of her life she wanted something beautiful to come from it. The daffodil tattoo that she at 15 thought was a good idea, the flower meaning change and new beginnings, something she now rarely paid much attention to. “It was a new start for me.” She tells him simply and he seems to understand that she doesn’t want to talk about it.

“It’s pretty.” He says instead and kisses her hipbone before moving slowly up her body, his tongue tasting her skin until he’s face to face with her. “Like you.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” She smiles into a kiss and when she hears his sated groan she can’t help the way satisfaction tingles down her spine. She knew he wasn’t hers, she knew that part of why she was attracted to him was because he was taken. Him being married meant that she was safe. She wouldn’t get hurt this way, and that was comforting.

Aaron tries not to think about the repercussions of what they were doing, how this could end. He didn’t want to leave Haley, didn’t really know what he was doing spending his weekend with another woman. But as Emily moaned his name in his ear, he didn’t want to stop.

He gets home early on Sunday morning to an empty house and he tries to ignore the guilt that’s creeping up his spine. He had spent the entire weekend with Emily, his mistress, and the thought of Haley had barely crossed his mind. The clothes he wears smell like her and he quickly puts them in the washing machine, needing to hide every trace of Emily before Haley walks through their front door with his son.

It’s wrong, so wrong, this wasn’t the man he had imagined himself to be. But Emily was addictive, something he hadn’t known he needed but now didn’t know how to be without. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows that he should come clean, that doing this to Haley was close to evil. But he loved his wife, loved the life they had built and he didn’t want to give that up.

He realizes that it can’t last, not in the long run but then dark eyes and a teasing smile flashes in his mind and for some reason he finds that he’s not ready to give her up.

Being with Emily was something new, something he’d never had before, pleasures and urges he had always forced deep down finally seeming to have room to breathe. She didn’t judge him for wanting what he did, in fact, she seemed to revel in it. Reveled in the way he let go like he hadn’t before, seemed to love the power it gave her.

He hears Haley call for him just as he’s getting out of the shower, only minutes after he had washed the sin off his skin.

“Hi honey.” She greets him with a soft kiss and a smile, gentle and loving and home and he kisses her back. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He tells her, the lie sliding off his tongue almost too easily as he takes Jack from her, the toddler babbling happily in his arms. “How were your parents?”

“They’re good. Maybe next time you can come too.” Haley watches as he tickles Jack with a fond smile. She wasn’t an idiot, she knew something had changed between them in the last few months, knew that he was hiding something from her but as she stood there in the home where they had picked out the color of the wallpaper and argued about what couch to buy and listened to the sounds of their sons laugh, she forced those thoughts away.

“Is this a bad time?” She knocks on his office door and lingers in the doorway. It’s late, everyone’s gone home and she had every intention to do the same, but then he had given her that look, the look that meant he wanted her to stay late. So she had told a lie to Derek and JJ when they asked why she didn’t go home, blaming paperwork that she didn’t actually have but it seemed to be enough for them to leave the office.

It had been a strange day, a restlessness in her that she wasn’t sure where it came from. She needed something, but didn’t know what. Felt the need for something thrilling, for the restlessness to go away. She must have walked into his office right as he was about to clean his gun, the weapon disassembled on his desk and for some reason her eyes fastens on it.

“Not at all.” He said as he stood from behind his desk. He looked through the window and saw that the bullpen was empty and he closed the blinds swiftly. When he looked back at her he could see how her eyes lingered on his gun that he had just been about to clean, thinking that it would still be a while before she would have been able to join him. “Emily?”

Her eyes snap to his and she licked over her suddenly dry lips. She didn’t know why the thought of his gun suddenly made want stir in her belly, didn’t know why she suddenly thought about how his gun looked small in his large hands and the precision in which he used it. But she did know that the restlessness she felt made her feel something she never had before as she looked at the weapon in front of her.

“Yeah?” For some reason her voice comes out low and breathy, so familiar to him in the throes of passion that he feels a tugging in his groin.

“What are you thinking about?” He husks as he circles her slowly until he’s standing behind her, lets his lips trail teasingly along the back of her neck as his hands grip her hips to pull her back against his chest. The adrenaline that suddenly rushed through his veins was intense, because he knew this was new, something neither of them had done before.

“N-nothing.” She swallows hard but cranes her neck to give him easier access to her skin.

“Tsk, you shouldn’t lie.” He nips at her neck and she gasps in response. “You’re still looking at it.” The way her body tenses slightly as she looks back at him with wide eyes makes him hum knowingly.

She tore her eyes from the gun, felt his lips turn into a smirk against her neck and when her eyes meet his there’s something dark reflecting in his brown orbs, something feral and new, something that sends a thrill through her body. And she knew she was caught.

He lets go of her and goes to sit down at his desk, a small smile tugging on his lips that he bites the inside of his cheek to keep at bay.

“You like my gun?” He beckons her closer and she walks around the desk to stand at his side. “Answer me.”

“I don’t know why.” She mumbles, shy in a way she usually never was with him and the way her cheeks heat up makes him sit back in chair.

“I’ll tell you what.” He pushes back slowly from his desk, one hand hovering over his fly. “You can sit here and watch me clean my gun, and if you’re quiet, I’ll give you a reward.”

She looks at him questionably, not understanding where he’s going with this. Her eyes shift from his gun to his hand as he slowly reaches for her, his fingers expertly popping the button of her pants.

“What are you doing?” She barely recognizes her voice, so thick with want that it comes out low and raspy.

“I’m undressing you.” He tells her matter-of-factly before pulling her pants and underwear down her hips. When they’re a puddle around her feet he stands to help her out of her shirt, her bra soon following as she stands completely naked in front of him. He tugged on the piercing, a nipple ring that she’d started wearing only a few days ago. “You’re going to sit here and keep my cock comfortable while I clean my gun.”

The whimper that escapes her comes without warning, suddenly so aroused that it feels like her entire body was set on fire. He’s barely even touched her, and yet she knows her slick are shining on her thighs already, her skin flushing as he looks at her with dark eyes.

“Aaron-“ she starts but is quickly cut off as he presses a finger against her lips.

“Quiet, sweetheart.” The nickname falls from his lips without hesitation and if he wasn’t so ridiculously turned on himself he would have corrected himself. But instead he simply drags the zipper of his slacks down, gets his hard cock out and sits back down on his chair.

Emily waits only a second before she straddles his legs, her hand around his shaft as she lines him up with her center. She runs the tip of him through her folds, lets him feel her wetness before slowly sinking down on him with a strangled moan. His hands spread her thighs wider apart, as wide as possible as he holds her tight against his chest, his breathing coming out of hot, short puffs against the back of her shoulder. She slowly starts to grind but his hands tighten and he bites down on her neck.

“No no, sit still, just like this.” He smirks when she forces herself to still on his lap, knows that she more than anything wants to move, to create friction for them both. “Rub your clit for me”

His low voice in her ear caused her to shiver and she squeezed around him return. Her fingers trembled as she does as he says, using two fingers to gently circle the bundle of nerves as Aaron hummed, pleased with her obedience.

“Fuck…” she gasped as she clenched around him again and she heard his low groan against her ear.

“Now watch.” He let go of her hips only to reach for his gun. When he held it up Emily bit back a moan, eyes fastened on it. “Dirty girl, you probably want me to fuck you with my gun.” He cleaned the muzzle as he talked.

She didn’t respond, but her hips buckling slightly and her fingers speeding up against her clit was more than enough of an answer. The danger of his words made her head spin, images of what he was saying flashing in her mind.

“Mhmm, you want me to fuck you with my gun like I fuck you with my cock, hard and deep. You want to drench it, want to ruin it with the mess you’d make.” He continues conversationally as he continues to clean gunpowder out of the barrel.

”Aaron, Jesus Christ.” Her eyes rolled back as heat spread through her, slowly building her orgasm up. The heightened situation made the familiar heat she now associated with him spread quicker than ever before. All she wanted was to move, but she stayed still even as her thighs shook, afraid to break whatever spell he’d managed to put her under.

“You want to clench around the barrel of my gun just like you’re clenching me right now.” Aaron growled at the way her tight walls were trembling around him. He didn’t know what kind of primal desire had set off for her, all he knew that the brutality of it was making it hard for him to control himself. He licked over her fluttering pulse, tasted the vibration of her moan as she trembled hard enough for him to stop what he was doing to keep her on his lap.

“C-can I?” She panted through dizzying pleasure, her fingers moving in quicker and quicker circles against her clit.

“Good girl.” He praised her with a low groan. “Come for me.” He let go of the grip and put down the rag he had used and wrapped one arm around her middle to keep her still, let the other move to tug gently on her nipple ring and then she was coming, a loud cry that he knew would have been heard through the door leaving her as she rocked on his lap, unable to keep from buckling as pleasure spread through her body in powerful waves.

Once she had calmed and he was sure that she wouldn’t fall off his lap he let go of her only to pick his gun up again. He could see how her eyes, heavy lidded and dark followed his movements as he reassembled his gun, slowly, deliberately.

“Did I tell you to stop?” He asked then, his hand wrapping around her wrist to place it back against her clit. “Keep clenching around me baby, make me feel good.”

She whimpered, her clit sensitive to the touch but she did what he said, rubbing slowly over it as Aaron simply held the gun out in front of her again.

“My filthy girl.” He licked a stripe up her neck, her skin tasting of sweat and adrenaline. “You’re enjoying yourself almost too much.” His hand gripped the gun tighter, making sure her eyes stayed on it as he slowly trailed it down her body. The muzzle grazed one of her nipples, the cold steel making her gasp before slowly moving it down her body, letting her feel it gently press against her stomach.

“Aaron I don’t-” Her words were cut off by him nudging her hand away from her clit, only to graze the gun against it, the muzzle scraping it gently. It was cold and hard, the feeling new and she whimpered.

“You’re soaking me.” He let the metal slide over her clit slowly, up and down, up and down, until she was clenching around him again. The barrel was shiny with her slick as he kept moving it against her clit, glinting in the low lights in his office and he grunted against her ear.

“I’m close.” Her hands were gripping his desk, her body trembling as she tried desperately not to move. The sight of his hand, large and strong, holding the gun, something dangerous and risky between her legs was something she knew she’d never forget. It was maddening, the excitement she felt as he brought her closer to the edge. She knew he was getting closer too, his low groans against her ear deep and raspy, the hand not holding the gun gripping her hard enough to leave bruises.

Then he pressed the barrel of the gun a little harder against her clit and she was coming with a guttural whine, her head thrown back against his shoulder and body trembling as she spasmed around him. The feeling of her clenching walls around him was enough for him to come as well, his release hard enough to knock the air out of him as he jerked up against her.

She was still coming down when she heard the thump of the gun hitting the floor and then his hand on her jaw, pulling her face towards his to kiss her deeply. He tastes like Aaron and adrenaline, almost metallic.

“You really will be the death of me.” He whispers once they pulled apart and she smiles lazily, a low hum leaving her.

“Let’s hope not. This is too much fun.” She kisses him again, kisses him until the need for air becomes too much.

When she gets home that night she can still feel him, can smell his cologne on her body, feel his warm hands on her skin. She pretends that thinking about him isn’t something she should see as a warning, that pressing on the bruises on her hips was only to remember the way he had felt as he grabbed at her and not thinking about the way he’d kissed each one after they were done.

She pretends because he’s married. He was a father. He was something fun to pass the time, to use as a way to get frustrations out. Wasn’t he?

It’s been three weeks since that night in his office, three weeks of things seemingly falling into chaos. The cases they worked were grueling, somehow worse than ever it felt like. They didn’t get much time to rest, flying to and from DC in a way they usually didn’t. It made Aaron want to be home as much as possible, because he missed Jack, missed Haley. But he also missed Emily.

They never spend the night together while on cases, knew that it was too risky. But as the days passed on, he could feel the tension build, pressure slowly making him close to agitated. He was too mad at the world, the cases they worked, the victims he met somehow getting under his skin in a way they usually didn’t.

And then it’s like something snaps, a local case, an unsub telling him in detail about his victims, all of them children, all of them dead. And Aaron can’t handle it.

She can tell, can tell the second her eyes meet his and she is quick to find him alone.

“What can I do?” She asks and he looks relieved to see her standing in the doorway of his office.

“Can I come over tonight?”

She can tell everything he doesn’t say, sees the anger and the way he wants nothing more than to scream his frustrations out at the world.

“Of course.” When his shoulders lower the tiniest bit she smiles. “I’ll take care of you.”

He calls Haley on the way, lies about an emergency meeting as he knocks on the door to Emily’s apartment door. She opens it with a filthy smile and nothing else and the second he’s hung up she’s on him, clawing at his clothes and kissing him like her life depended on it.

He lets her take charge, lets him get him undressed and up the stairs without question and then she’s pushing him back on the bed, quickly following him as she straddles him. It’s not often he does this, but tonight he feels like he needs it and Emily being her, already knew that even without being told. He sits up to kiss her, hands on her naked waist but she pushes him back against the bed again, hands flat on his chest as she slowly grinds on top of him, a smirk on her lips when he hisses at the heat of her along his shaft.

“I know you like this, having a dirty little secret.” Her lips ghosts over his and when he tries to kiss her she pulls back. “I know you come to my apartment to get out all that tension you can’t with her.” She licks across one of his nipples and when she tugs it between her teeth his jaw clenches as he swallows down a groan. “You use me, but it’s okay because I use you too.”

She’s sinking down on him and rides him until he’s groaning and swearing, her body dragging pleasure from his. When he comes it’s with her name hissed from between clenched teeth, his body sweaty and heavy with pleasure as she lets him enjoy the release he really needed as he relaxes back against her bed.

After, he cleans himself off in her bathroom and when he comes back to the bedroom, he finds it empty. He dresses, buttons every button and ties his tie before combing his hair quickly. When he walks downstairs he looks like Hotch again and Emily smiles at the sight.

She’s standing in the kitchen, leaning back against the same kitchen counter that he’s fucked her on more times than he’d like to admit, looking so effortlessly gorgeous and he has a hard time looking away from her.

“What?” She asks, teeth digging into her bottom lip.

“Nothing, I’ll see you at the office.” His hand gently grasps the back of her neck and pulls her into a kiss.

“I never thought I’d do this.” She admits once he’s pulled away and he looks at her questionably. “Help a man cheat, I mean.”

“I never thought I would cheat, but here I am.” He stays close and she lets her arms wrap around his neck loosely. ”Do you want to stop?”

“No.” She says softly and for the first time Aaron finds himself wondering if maybe they’re getting in too deep.

“I don’t either.” He tells her honestly as he rests his forehead against hers for a brief second.

The moment is interrupted by his phone, loud and obnoxious to his ears and when he looks at the screen he sees Haley’s name flashing on it.

“Hi honey.” He steps away from Emily and she gives him a gentle nod. “No, I’m heading home now, sorry the meeting ran long.”

Emily watches him go, his hand squeezing hers quickly before he heads to the door. Once he’s closed it behind him she finds herself not liking the silence of her apartment. It’s the first time she had ever come close to regret

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I loveeeeeddd this so much

Hello! I love your fic where Aaron is obsessed with Ems breasts. Maybe you could write more but also Em has nipple piercing??? And Aarons obsession with it? Thank you 🫶

A/N: Thank you so much for the feedback on this story, you guys don't even know how motivating it is and it definitely made me write the next couple of chapters a lot faster!

Title: Love like mine (2/11) Chapter title: I’ll leave you hypnotized Summary: He wasn’t a cheater. Until her. Word count: 3,2k Rating: Explicit Warnings (for this chapter): Smut, dirty talk, nipple play, nipple piercings, breast fucking, Aaron loves her breasts, but who wouldn’t? cheating

It seemed like once they started, they couldn’t seem to stop. She had walked into work the following day and they lasted until the end of it before she sneaked into his office and sucked him off as he stood against the door, hiding from view as her lips wrapped around him until he was spilling down her throat with his teeth dug into his fist to keep from being heard.

And that’s the beginning of their affair, something that’s filthy, hidden behind closed doors. It was something that was theirs, that no one else knew about and they were both happy to keep it that way. Emily thought that she’d feel worse, thought she’d have some kind of regret about what she was doing. But at the end of the day she wasn’t the one who was married. Although she could see it on him sometimes, flashes of it, a split second of worry, of guilt, but then he was looking at her with nothing short of want and the guilt was gone as quickly as it came.

Behind the locked door of her apartment, nothing really existed but them, and the pleasure they chased in each other’s skin. That’s all it was, an itch that needed scratching, that still hadn’t changed. Aaron used her just like she used him, pleasures and desires shared between her soft sheets, and sometimes on other surfaces of her apartment.

He was sure he’d never be able to be inside her home without thinking about her naked. He’d be in the kitchen and remember when he bent her over the counter, both of them mostly dressed as he fucked her until the front of her thighs was bruised from the power of his thrusts and he was coming with a low groan. Or he’d walk down the stairs and think about how she hadn’t been able to wait and rode him right there on the stairs, ignoring the way the hard edges dug into his back as she mewled his name in pleasure. Then it was the couch, the shower, hell even against the large window in the living room looking out over DC, basically every surface of her home was painted with them. And he found himself loving it.

It was memories he thought of almost fondly, even as he shared a bed with his wife. Sometimes he wondered what he was doing, would look at Haley’s relaxed face as she slept beside him and it hurt knowing that he was doing something that was hurting her. But he couldn’t seem to stop, whatever it was he had found within the walls of Emily’s apartment was something he didn’t want to give up. And he was selfish enough not to.

“Do you have plans tonight?” He asks as he leans back against the counter in the kitchenette in the office. To a bystander it looked like a normal relationship between coworkers, but Emily caught the slight arch of his eyebrow right before he took a sip of his coffee and she bit back a smirk.

“No I don’t.” She took a drink out of her own mug. “What about you? Got anything fun planned with the family this weekend?” The way her eyes gleam with something dark makes him want to wrap his hand around her throat.

“No, Haley is taking Jack to visit her parents until Sunday, they should be on their way right now actually.” He can see the way her smirk turns bigger but she hides it behind the cup in her hand.

“Would you want to go with me to see a play?” Spencer interrupts them, his voice excited as he pours himself a cup of coffee. “They’re showing Oedipus Rex. It’s a Greek tragedy about a man who fulfills a prophecy by killing his father and marries his mother. It’s actually fascinating, the point of it being fate versus free will-” He starts to ramble but is quickly cut off by Emily’s amused stare as Aaron clears his throat.

“I was actually going to take it easy, maybe see an old friend.” He gives the younger man a blank stare.

“Oh, well if you change your mind it’s only about two hours.” Spencer looks to Emily who simply shakes her head.

“I’m sorry Reid, maybe another time.” She smiles at him and tries not to feel bad about lying to him. Their relationship was still strained, his behavior toward her shifting often even after she had confronted him about it.

“It’s okay.” He shrugs and picks up his mug from the counter where he had put it. “I should finish some paperwork though.” He excuses himself and heads back towards his desk.

Once he’s gone and they’re alone, her eyes find his and any thought of Spencer Reid was gone.

“Want to have a sleepover with me, Mr. Hotchner?” She grins at the way his eyes narrow slightly at her.

“A sleepover huh?” The way his voice has dropped in that familiar way sends a tingle down her spine.

“A naked sleepover.” She says it quietly, just a second of standing too close to whisper the words against his ear before she stands back and walks back to her desk.

When she turns to look at him she can see the subtle nod of agreement. Suddenly she couldn’t wait for their weekend to start.

He shows up late, later than necessary, stuck somewhere between rushing through work to get to her place and knowing that this was new, even dangerous. Their time together had so far consisted of quick trysts and goodbyes mumbled in the dead of night. They didn’t do this, didn’t spend time together, except the few minutes before and after inevitably falling into bed.

But he couldn’t deny the need he felt for her, the way his body almost shook with the all-consuming want that only got worse the closer he was to knocking on her door.

She opens it dressed in nothing but a black, sheer negligee and he peaks the small metal bars in her nipples that he loves so much shine under the lights. Ever since they started sleeping together he had loved them, had spent time playing with them and watching as Emily arched further into his touch, always wanting more.

It had been close to two weeks since he’d seen them, work and not having an excuse to sneak off to see her to Haley enough for them to not having had time together. And when they did, it was hurried, frenzied, flies zipped down and pants pulled down just enough for them to find the kind of release they’d gotten used to by now.

“Hey.” She greets him, always collected, always hard to read, still somehow a mystery to him.

“Sorry I’m late.” Any doubt he had was gone the second he laid eyes on her, the usual fog of arousal he now associated with her quickly overcoming him. He pushed her back into her apartment, hands stroking over the material of her slip.

“I was beginning to think you had changed your mind.” She sighs into a kiss, the taste of him familiar to her by now. They stumble backwards as she starts to work on the buttons of his shirt, silently curses him for not wearing something that’s easier to get off.

“I almost did.” He swallows up whatever words on her tongue by kissing her again while he strips her of the only article of clothing she’s wearing. Her back connects with the wall and he pushes her against it easily, hand quickly finding its way between her legs.

“Why?” She whispers as he teasingly trails the pad of his fingers along the seam of her, collecting her slick on every run through.

“Because of this.” He holds his other hand up, the gold ring on his finger shining as he pushes that same finger into her mouth and watches with dark eyes as she sucks it. He watches in fascination as she sucks his finger deeper, down to his wedding band where her tongue licks over it, making his hard cock ache inside his slacks.

“Like that’s stopped you before.” She says once he’s pulled his finger from her lips to gently trace her nipple.

“I tried, but you have a knack for getting what you want.” He pulls gently on her nipple and then tugs the piercing while he buries two fingers inside of her and her head falls back against the wall with a soft moan. “Besides, you like it. We both know that one of the reasons why you want me is because I’m married.”

“That’s not true.” She argues but she knew that there really wasn’t any point. He could read her better than most, had figured that out even before their first night together and he proves it as he arches an eyebrow and looks at her with eyes that seems to set her ablaze.

“Isn’t it?” He asks as his fingers curl and she can’t keep the deep groan down. “There’s my girl.” He muses as he enjoys the way her center clenches at the praise. Then his eyes wander down to her chest and he ducks his head enough to lick over one of her nipples. When he bites it just hard enough for it to sting she whimpers and he hums against her skin.

“Bedroom.” She mutters as her fingers find their way to his hair to grip the short strands, wanting him messy, to not be as put together as he always was.

“Lead the way.” His voice is thick with arousal as he steps back enough for her to take his hand and head up to the bedroom. His other hand moves over her body, can’t seem to stop touching her. Once they’re upstairs he helps her with the rest of his clothes, not caring where they land on her floor just as long as he gets some relief from the close to painful ache between his legs.

“I’ve missed these.” He mumbles against her sternum as he kisses over her chest, fingers tweaking her nipples as she arches into his touch. “There’s something about these piercings that drives me insane.” He licks over a nipple before sucking on it and he feels her fingers back in his hair, tugging hard.

“I know.” She smirks down at him from where he’s kneeling between her legs, too focused on her chest to notice the slight teasing tone of voice. “I can see how you try to see them through my shirts at work. Sometimes I’m tempted to not wear a bra.”

He groans at the thought, of Emily walking into his office in one of those damn shirts that are just bordering on being too tight and the piercings showing through the fabric and he grinds his hips against the bed.

“I’d keep you under my desk, have my cock between your tits until I’m staining them with my cum.” He hears the hitch in her breath at his words before moving up to kiss her.

“Is that what you want?” She mumbles against his lips. “To have me as your toy? To use as you see fit?” When he ruts against her and stains her thigh with precum she grins knowingly. “Dirty boy.”

He’s so lost in the feel of her soft body against his and her silky voice in his ear that he’s caught off guard when she flips them around, a low groan rumbling in his chest when she settles above him. Immediately he sits up, his large hands grabbing at her hips to pull her against him as he buries his face in her chest again, sucking and biting hard enough to leave bruises on her skin.

Emily lets him, even when her nipples start to ache from the constant stimulation from his lips and tongue, knows that he could spend hours just concentrating on her breasts if she’d allow it. Secretly, she loves how much he enjoyed her body, felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that he would worship her for hours if he could. When she sinks down on him it’s slow, her body always needing to adjust to him and as he grunts around her nipple, she grinds her hips against his.

“How do you always feel so good?” She gasps as she starts to move. Her fingers are gripping his shoulders tightly, less careful now that she knows that he’s not going straight home. He had left numerous marks on her body since they started sleeping together, it was only fair that she’d leave hers just this once.

She rides him unlike how anybody ever had, she used his body for her own pleasure and as much as Aaron loved to be the one in control, there was something about knowing how much she got off on him letting her use him this way that always made his mind hazy with arousal. He knew that his insistent mouth on her chest must be starting to hurt, her skin red, almost raw and flushed, but she only pushed her chest against his face, offering her body to him willingly and his hips pushed up in response.

His hand banded over her back, helped her move above him even as he kept her close to him. It wasn’t long until her body was starting to tense, her moans coming out louder and breathier. When her hips buckled and her fingers tugged on his hair to pull him away from her chest, he knew she was getting close.

“You look so good like this.” He mumbled quietly, knew that she needed the slight nudge of his words to fall off the edge. “Gorgeous thing, fucking my cock so well.”

“Aaron, fuck-” Her words were cut off by a sharp thrust from him and she heard the satisfaction in his voice when he spoke.

“That’s it, so pretty like this, come for me Em, let me see you.” He moved one hand from her hip to instead grab the back of her neck, his large hand easily gripping it so he could watch her face. Only moments later he felt her tense as her eyes rolled back and mouth fell open in pleasure.

Her entire body felt like it exploded as her hips moved desperately against his, a guttural groan leaving her as she came. The pleasure was close to blinding, her eyesight going blurry and the only sound she heard was the thumping of her heart. She’s still coming down when he flips them back around and starts thrusting, his hips strong against hers.

“Fucking perfect.” He mutters against her neck as he chases his own release. “So good, my filthy perfect girl.” When her lips curled into a smile he looked down at her with heated eyes.

“Fuck my tits.” She gasped and she swore he forces himself keep his release at bay. “Fuck my tits and cum like you fantasize about.”

The sound that leaves him when he crawls up her body to straddle her waist was nothing short of a growl. Graveled and low and loud as he watched his swollen shaft land between her breasts. She pushed them together and he immediately started to thrust, eyes locked on the way his head peaked out through the top each time.

“Pain my skin with it.” She encouraged him, her dark eyes locked on the wild look on his face. His jaw clenched, sweat was slowly rolling down his neck, his body tensing more with every push of his hips. “Come for me, Aaron.”

“Jesus Christ, Em.” He hissed through clenched teeth and then she ducked her head enough to swipe her tongue over the tip of him and he was coming. His fist hit the wall as he groaned, his hips twitching as his release hit her skin everywhere from between her breasts to the hollow of her throat and her chin. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight and when Emily swiped her finger through some of his cum and then licked the pad of her finger, he knew she might be the death of him.

He forcefully pulled her up to kiss him, tasting himself on her tongue with a growl and she kissed him back just as forcefully. When he pulled back her dark eyes were gleaming, his reaction to her always deeply satisfying.

“I’m going to eat you out until I’ve had my fill, and then I’m fucking you again.” He whispered against her face before moving down the bed.

She smiles and spreads her legs wider, because in what world would she say no to that?

They spend the night together, for the first time a whole night, lost in pleasure and each other and the next morning Emily wakes up to the smell of coffee coming from her kitchen. Her body aches in the most delicious way as she stretches on the bed. She grabs his shirt from the floor and puts it on, only buttoning one button in the middle of her chest before walking downstairs.

She finds him in the kitchen, pouring the coffee as eggs are cooking in a frying pan.

“Good morning.” Her voice is rough from moaning and sleep and she can tell that Aaron enjoys the way it sounds.

“Good morning.” He smiles and pushes the mug across the counter for her to take. “Did you sleep well?” His eyes rake over her frame and tries to ignore the way he finds himself liking how she looks in his clothes.

“Like a log.” She takes a sip of her coffee. “How long have you been up?” She peaks past him to see groceries she knew she most certainly didn’t have the night before on the counter.

“Not too long. I did get us some food through, you know since your fridge was empty except for wine and milk.” He teases and she arches an eyebrow in faux hurt.

“I’m sure I had something in the freezer!”

“You did not.” He laughs when she rolls her eyes at him. It was surprisingly easy, being with her this way, he thought.

“I’ll have you know you’ve just robbed my kitchen of its virginity.” It’s her turn to laugh when his eyes get big in surprise.

“Are you telling me that you’ve never cooked in here?” He puts the fried eggs on the plates along with the toast and some berries.

“I’m never home! And when I am I usually get takeout.” She defends but he only shakes his head at her. “I’ll have you know, wine, coffee and milk are all the essentials I need.”

“Emily!” He chastises, but his tone is teasing and soft as he carries the plates to the table. “I’m cooking dinner, you’re doing the dishes.” He smiles when she nods and sits down next to him happily.

It shouldn’t have been so easy, deciding to spend the day together. But neither of them wanted to worry about that. At least not now.

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This. This should not have had the effect on me that it did.

The darkest parts of me (4/5)

A/N: Trigger warning for this chapter, a part of this is Hotchniss being very toxic towards each other (they’re serial killers so I think that might be a little expected), BUT I want to give a warning for that, and that part starts after *-* so jump to the next part if you don’t want to read that part!

Title: The darkest parts of me (4/5) Summary: They find each other in a dark world where they do twisted things. The only way things could have become more dangerous, is if they were together. Funny how life turns out.

Unsub!Hotchniss AU. Word count: 3k Rating: Explicit Warnings (for most or all chapters): smut, descriptions of violence, descriptions of murder, gore (nothing too explicit), mentions of weapons

It had come as a surprise for them, both of them sated after another night of killing and then as they watched the morning news the next day, a sketch that looked eerily like them was shown. Serial killer couple, victims found in multiple states was written in big letters above the sketch and Emily had almost dropped her coffee on the floor.

“How do they know?” She asked just as the anchor kept talking, and Aaron froze to the spot.

“A witness who encountered the couple in question in Georgetown has stepped forward…”

“The woman, the prostitute.” Emily concluded before he could say anything. “You said we didn’t have to worry about her.”

“I was wrong.” He turns to look at her just as she scoffed. “They never talk, she must have been brought in for something else.”

“What do we do now?” She asked, her eyes wide as she watched him figure out a plan. After a couple of seconds of silence he took her hand, the warmth of it so familiar to her by now.

“We lay low, we go somewhere we haven’t been. And if things calm down then we can figure out a new way-”

“They’re after us now Aaron.” She interrupts him. “We can’t just take a break and then go back to what we’re used to.”

He knows she’s right and he squeezes her hand tighter.

“We’ll go to California like we planned, and then we’ll figure it out from there. But we might have to leave the country.” He searches her face for a reaction, for her to refuse but it doesn’t come. And he realizes that she’s already started over twice before, she could easily do it again.

“Okay.” She says, her hand holding onto his for a moment. “But first we’re driving to California, I have a friend there who might be able to help.”

“Who?” His eyebrow furrows as she reaches for her phone.

“He helped me when I moved from Ireland, he’ll help me again.” She wrote the number on her phone on a piece of paper to be used when they got new burner phones. “His name is Clyde Easter.”

For some reason the thought of another man knowing her secrets sent a spark of jealousy through him.

“Why haven’t you mentioned him before?”

“There wasn’t any need to. Just like we want out privacy for our… activities, he needs privacy too.” She catches the darkness of his eyes, feels his hand hold hers even tighter and she smiles. “Don’t be jealous honey.”

“I’m not.” He lies and she chuckles slightly as she straddles his lap on the couch.

“You are, and it’s hot.” She kisses him, kisses him until his hands are banding over her lower back to pull her further into him. “I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours.” He promises.

It was strange, they had gotten a lead, they knew they were looking for a couple that traveled through the country. They even had a sketch that had been circulated to the press. They were closing in, and then the murders stopped. Dave rubbed his forehead, they hadn’t had another lead in months, he was pretty sure that they didn’t even have a new victim, nothing turning up anywhere even after letting police departments know what to look for.

“They must have seen the press conference, must have seen the police sketch and decided to lay low.” Jason says as he sips his coffee across from him.

“They’re smart, but killers like these, they’re addicted to it. It shouldn’t be long until they either of them break.”

“Maybe they’re using each other to get their urges under control.” His words causes Dave to look up from his own coffee mug. “Maybe the fact that they can go as long as they can without killing, is because they have each other.”

Dave knew that he was right.

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They don’t fight often, but when they do, it’s like everything between them. It’s intense, loud and explosive. It’s dangerous.

He’s not sure what set them off this time, probably something dumb, probably the fact that they hadn’t killed in months. It made him irritable, it made her push his buttons in ways she usually wouldn’t, just to get a rise out of him. And it worked.

“I swear Emily, if you don’t shut up I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” Her tone is icy, her smirk condescending as she interrupts him. “You’ll what Aaron? You’ll hit me? Be like your dad?”

It has the desired effect and he pushes her hard against the wall, the sound of her body colliding with it sending a satisfying shiver down his spine. His fingers dig into the back of her shoulders as he keeps her against the wall, his eyes locked on hers and he sees the familiar glint of pleasure in her dark orbs.

“You never know when to stop.” His words are hissed against her face and when she tries to squirm out of his hold he only grabs her harder, makes sure to leave bruises on her skin. “You think you’re in charge, but we both know that in the end you’ll be on your knees, begging for me. You’re not the one in charge here.”

She uses her strength to push him away, rage quickly flowing her veins. She had crossed the line first by bringing up his father, she knew that, but that didn’t stop her from feeling anger like fire inside of her at his words. He stumbles back, momentarily surprised by her strength and she smirks at the angered look on his face.

“You think you can control me?” She pushes him again, but this time he barely budges. “You’d be nothing without me.” Her words make something close to a growl rumble in his throat and she feels anger and arousal at the sound. He tries to grab her again, but she’s faster than him and she takes her gun from the table beside them.

“Is that how it’s going to be?” He chuckles, not afraid of her even when she points the gun at him. It’s not the first time, probably won’t be the last. He takes a couple of steps forward, stands close enough for the barrel of the gun to press against his chest where she keeps it steady, a look of calmness coming over her as she grips the gun tighter.

“Don’t think I won’t do it.” She whispers and he laughs again, cold and close to manic and it reminds her of every time he would strangle a man to death. Like he reads her mind, his hand wraps around her throat, his hold tight enough for her to go lightheaded.

“I know you want to, I can see it, how badly you want to.” He takes in the view of his hand around her throat, catches the way she smirks as his grip loosens for her to draw a short breath. And then he pushes her back against the wall again, his hand still around her airway and his other hand digging out his knife from the pocket of his jeans.

“You want to kill me?” She juts her chin out, the barrel of the gun still pressed against his chest as her finger hovers over the trigger. The feeling of cold steel against her stomach makes her gasp, and when he presses even closer to her, she can feel him, hard and thick inside his jeans.

“I could do it, you know.” His words are quiet and cold and she knows that he’s right. That the only reason why he doesn’t is because he loves her. She loves him too, in whatever twisted way they had found love in the darkness of their world. He grabs her throat so tight her eyesight goes blurry and she feels the tip of his knife cut into her skin, nicking it and she moans at the sting.

“So do it.” She challenges, forcing words out through his hold and he relents just slightly.

“Maybe next time I will.” He throws the knife to the floor and then takes the gun from her and places it back on the table. She stays still, watches him through narrowed eyes as he takes in the flush on her cheeks, the way her chest heaves slightly from deep breaths.

“Don’t think this mean I’m still not mad at you.” She grabs his shirt and pulls him against her.

“Oh I’m counting on it.” He smirks before catching her lips in a kiss. There’s nothing romantic about it, tongues fighting for dominance and hands tearing at clothes, ribbing fabric and skin until they’re both naked.

She bites his chest, her teeth leaving an angry red mark in their wake as she kneels before him. Her hand is too harsh when she grabs his cock, and when he hisses she smirks up at him in satisfaction. He doesn’t seem bothered, his fingers easily gripping her dark hair and angles her head back. When he pushes his cock between her parted lips he groans at the smooth, wet heat of her mouth.

“Told you, you’d be on my knees for me.” He taunts her and when she grunts his hold on her hair only tightens as he thrusts his hips against her face. “Look who was right.”

She almost bites down on his shaft in retaliation, lets her teeth graze his skin in warning and he lets up.

“I swear the next time I’m pulling the trigger.” She rasps, her voice thick with arousal before she takes him back in her mouth, her lips tight around him as she sucks.

He wants to reply, but her tongue is doing something wicked against his skin, and he can’t seem to form a whole sentence together. Instead he settles for thrusting harder, making sure to poke at the back of her throat until she chokes and her eyes fill with tears.

When she feels him pull her up to stand, she’s so wound up she can feel her slick on her thighs. His thumb gently brushes a couple of tears away from her cheek and she licks her bottom lip.

“You’re so pretty like this.” He whispers and then claims her lips in a kiss and swallows up her moan as his fingers find their way between her legs.

“Fuck me, Aaron.” She gasps at the stretch of his fingers, still nowhere near the stretch of him and he bites down on her neck.

“I love how wet you get for me, how much the thought of killing me gets you off.” He mumbles against her neck as he moves her back through the house they’re renting in California. When she falls back against the bed he’s quick to join her, his heated eyes locked on hers as he hovers above her. “You love the thought of killing me almost as much as killing other men, don’t you.”

“Yes.” She digs her nails into his skin, makes sure to break skin for making her wait and he grunts in pained pleasure. “Just like I know you want to feel me gasp for breath as you strangle me, I can see it on you every time your hand wraps around my throat.”

When he finally pushes inside of her it’s hard and fast, his hips pressing against hers for only a moment before he starts to move.

“You’re right, sweet thing.” He pants, his hips thrusting hard and deep, a pace that’s close to violent and she meets him with every thrust. “I dream of it.”

“I know.” She grunts at the feel of him, huge and rough as he fucks the anger out of them both. Her legs tighten around his hips, one hand moves down between them to toy with her clit and when she tightens around him only a few minutes later she feels him smile into her neck.

“That’s it, come for me.” He licks a stripe up her neck, tastes the vibration of her moan as her back arches underneath him.

She comes with a scream that she doesn’t even try to keep down, her body spasming as her mind goes deliciously numb from pleasure. He doesn’t stop, even when she lays back limply against the bed. Instead he replaces her hand with his own over her clit, relishes the whimper that escapes her at the overstimulation.

“Again.” He tells her and she knows what he’s doing. That he’s proving his ownership on her by showing her that no one else would get her like this, just like she would dig her nails and teeth into his skin to claim him. He already had scars, thin, barely noticeable lines from where she had drawn blood in the past on his ribs and back, and every time she saw them she felt satisfaction.

She comes again, her body always so responsive to him and when she gasps for breath he flips her around and pulls her hips up. His hand is hot against her skin when he spanks her, and she whines at the slight sting, back arching for more. He spanks her three more times before pushing back inside of her again and she’s quick to move back against him, meeting each of his thrusts.

He makes her come three more times, dragging pleasure from her until it’s more painful than pleasurable and when he comes it’s with a strangled groan, his hands tight on her hips and head thrown back as he lets the power of his release wash over him. She’s trembling underneath him, exhaustion and pleasure making her muscles ache and when he lays down beside her, she just barely has enough energy to turn her head to look at him.

“We need to find someone soon.” She says and he nods, knowing that if they didn’t they’d only end up fighting again.

“I know baby, soon, I promise.”

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The next time they kill, it wasn’t supposed to happen. They were keeping a low profile, they had ever since the news broke about them. It had been easier than Aaron had thought, they had rented a house in the middle of nowhere in California, Clyde Easter had shown up with new ID’s and passports, given them instructions to stay put until things had calmed.

It had been close to three months now and just like he had predicted, the news stopped reporting about them, the magazines that had been littered with the police sketch of them were gone. Sometimes it felt like it had been a bad dream, but he knew that they had to continue to be careful.

But Emily was restless, she wasn’t able to stay in one place for too long. That’s why they had gone for a drive, to get away from the house, and then they stopped at a tiny diner on the way back. It almost felt like normal until Aaron noticed a man looking at them, and he immediately knew that they had been caught.

“We have to go.” He mutters as he motions for the bill calmly.

“Why?” She stays just as calm, but her eyes are zeroed in on him, her back to the man that’s still watching them.

“There’s a man at the bar, I think he recognizes us.” Aaron smiles his thanks to the waitress and pulls out enough bills to cover the tab.

“Go to the bathroom and I’ll go to the car.” She rolls her eyes when he arches an eyebrow at her. “He’s more likely to follow me if I’m alone than us together or just you.”

“Fine.” He agrees, because he knows that she’s right. He stands up and she follows and then he goes towards the back where the bathrooms were but he could see the man in his peripheral, watching them closely.

Emily walks slowly out the door towards the car. She feels someone watching her and catches the man in the bar’s eyes but she keeps walking. Her ears are trained on any sound as she steps outside. It’s dark out, for that she was thankful and like she expected, she hears the door to the diner open after only a few seconds.

“Excuse me?”

She turns to the sound of a male voice and comes face to face with the man in the bar.

“Yes?” She smiles sweetly at him.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” He walks closer, his phone in hand and she’s sure he’s already called 911, can hear the faint mumbling of a voice coming from the speaker..

“No, I don’t think so. I’m just visiting some family out here.” She backs up, continues further into the shadows and away from the lights of the diner. He follows her, but stays a few feet away.

“Is that so?” He asks and looks around quickly. “And the man you’re with?”

“He’s my boyfriend.” She talks quietly, makes sure that the 911 operator doesn’t hear her. The man stares at her for a few seconds, like he’s sizing her up and then he takes another step closer to her.

“The police are on their way, you might as well drop the-”

His sentence is cut short by Aaron coming up behind him, easily snapping his neck and his body falls to the ground. Emily smashes the phone quickly and opens the trunk to the car and Aaron places the body in the back.

“We have to go, the police are on their way.” She says, voice slightly laced with panic at being so close to getting caught.

“We need to leave, get away from here.”

With that, Aaron drives towards their rented house, feeling adrenaline rushing through his veins.

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I love this

no, I didn't see the news (cause we were somewhere else)

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Emily hums and grabs the cash on the table next to the door. She doesn’t bother with counting the money and opens the door without looking through the peephole, her brain still buzzing from Aaron’s kiss. She licks her burning lips and holds her hand out, extending the money to the delivery guy.

Only it’s not the delivery guy.

Every single member of her team, barring Penelope, stands in front of her.

Word count: 2k

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Sunlight streams in through the kitchen windows, painting Emily gold as she crosses her legs on the counter and wiggles her fingers for the coffee Aaron is carrying.

“Gimme,” she slurs, and he laughs as he sets the mug in her waiting hands. Emily sighs happily and tips it back, the taste of her favorite vanilla creamer warming her up even more than the heat of the coffee, the knowledge that Aaron stocked it in his fridge for her making her giddy.

She sets the mug down and leans forward to wrap her arms around his neck, the warmth of his bare chest seeping into her skin. His fingers dig into her hips and she uncrosses her legs to wrap them around his waist, tangling her hand in his hair and tipping his head back so she can kiss him.

He drowns in the soft feel of her skin beneath his hands, in the tickle of her hair against his cheek. Her shirt—his shirt—presses against his chest, the warmth of her body passing into his. Aaron breaks the kiss and pops another button open, leaning forward to press his lips to the hard edge of her collarbone.

Emily sighs as he digs his teeth into her skin, humming at the sting as he sucks a bruise in the hollow of her throat. He presses whisper soft kisses on her neck when he’s done, so light she starts to laugh and shy away, her ticklishness making her place her palms on his chest and shove him back.

“Stop,” she laughs breathlessly. Aaron’s heart jumps at the sight of her—warm brown eyes, flushed cheeks, dark hair tousled from his fingers. Whatever reply he had falls away as the sun hits her eyes, transforms them into burnt honey. He takes her face in his hands, kisses the tip of her nose and softly murmurs, “I love you.”

Emily smiles. Her stomach swoops like it always does when he says the words, a soft fluttering of butterfly wings that reaches her lungs, makes it hard to breathe.

“I love you too,” she whispers, kissing him and sealing the statement between their lips. Everything goes quiet as their hands wander softly, trailing across warm skin they both know in their sleep. She digs her nails into his shoulder and he strokes his fingers across her hip bone, light touches that sear her skin, have her sigh into his mouth.

The doorbell rings.

Emily starts to pull away from Aaron’s arms, eager to fill her growling stomach. He frowns when she whispers against his lips, “I’ll be right back.”

She barely jumps down from the counter before his hands are cupping her face and bringing her back into him. Their lips meet and she sighs, melting into his arms as he presses her against the counter. Vaguely, she thinks about the food, but he bites her bottom lip, slips his hand under her shirt to grip her thigh, and her mind goes blank. Aaron smirks against her lips when she goes boneless, kissing her until he steals the air from her lungs. He pulls back with a squeeze of her waist but she loops her arms around his neck, keeping him close. He presses his lips to her jaw, feels her fluttering pulse as she gasps. Aaron smiles into her skin.

“Open the door, baby,” he gently presses his thumb into her chin and places a soft kiss on her swollen lips, letting go of her waist as she blearily opens her eyes.

Emily’s knees grow weak. “What?” She breathes, brows furrowing over hazy eyes. She licks her lips, chasing the taste of him, and tightens her hands around his neck, pressing herself closer to his chest.

Aaron grins, looking awfully pleased with himself. “Open the door,” he repeats, just as the doorbell rings again.

“Oh,” she blinks and withdraws her hands. “Right, food,” she mumbles, swiping the back of her hand across her lips as she pads across the kitchen floor. Aaron’s grin widens as he watches her dazedly tuck her hair behind her ear, “Don’t forget the money.” He calls out.

Only it’s not the delivery guy.

Every single member of her team, barring Penelope, stands in front of her. Their concerned frowns give way to dropped jaws as Emily stands in front of them, half naked and extending money to Dave, her other hand absently dipped inside her shirt to touch her collarbone, her fingers smoothing over a reddened love bite.

The only way to describe her is domestic; bare feet, her face makeup free, a hair tie wrapped around her wrist. Her hair is down around her shoulders, fluffed out and messy, lying on top of a huge button down that reaches the tops of her thighs. Only a handful of buttons are done, most of them fished through the wrong holes, leaving her shirt lopsided and exposing the smooth skin of her torso, the black froth of lace underwear peeking out from where it hangs on her hips.

She gapes at them, swollen pink lips dropping open and dark eyes widening, a flush crawling up her cheeks that matches the color of the bruises on her neck. Reid immediately looks away, the exposed skin of her long legs making him blush.

“The fuck?” Emily blurts out, her blank mind still shrouded in fog. She can see the same confusion reflected in her friends’ faces, raised eyebrows and bewildered gazes meeting hers.

“Em?” Aaron calls out. “What’s taking so long? I’m getting cold over here,” she hears the teasing in his voice as his footsteps thud behind her.

Close the door, she tells herself, but she’s frozen in place, her fingers still gripping the money. Morgan’s eyes drag over her mussed hair and JJ smirks slightly as she takes in Aaron’s shirt hanging from her shoulders. Rossi steps back to look at the apartment number before sliding his gaze back to Emily, a small huh leaving him. Reid is still looking firmly away, cheeks red as he taps out a pattern on his fingertips.

“A-Aaron—” She begins, trying to get him to stay away, but his arms are around her waist before she can blink. He pulls her into his chest, his hand slipping through the gaps in her shirt to touch her skin.

“Did they forget the maple syrup this time, too? I told them—”

She digs her elbow into his chest, hard, and he stops. Emily feels him tense behind her as he looks up, finally paying attention to the door—and the people standing in front of it. He inhales sharply and withdraws his hand from her shirt, his other hand falling from her waist, and blinks at his team standing on his doorstep.

He slams the door shut without a second thought.

They stand a few beats in bewildered silence before he turns to her, “What the fuck are they doing here?” He runs a hand through his hair, frowning at the door.

“I don’t know,” Emily hisses and buries her flaming face in her hands. The money gripped in her fist flutters to the floor, crumpled into balls. “Jesus, they saw me half naked. Reid saw me half naked. Oh, fuck,” she mutters into her palms, the pitch of her voice rising in panic.

“Dave saw me half naked,” she whispers deliriously. “Fucking hell, he’s as old as—”

“We can hear you, you know.” Dave says through the door, his voice tinged in mild annoyance. She can hear the others talking, their voices a hushed rumble muffled through the wood.

Aaron ignores him and takes Emily into his arms. She’s stiff as a board, her muscles locked tight with tension, a far cry from the way she was melting into him just minutes ago. “Calm down, Em,” he murmurs, feeling strangely calm himself as he rubs his hand between her shoulder blades. “We knew they’d find out eventually.”

Emily shakes her head. “Not while I look fucked six ways from Sunday,” she whines, pushing her hair away from her flaming face.

Aaron smirks and she slaps her hand over his mouth. “Not a fucking word about that,” she warns. He nods down at her, his eyes shining with pride and amusement, something Emily ignores as she removes her hand.

“We have a case,” JJ yells through the door. “If one of you had opened your phones, we wouldn’t have had to come check if you were dead.”

Emily can almost hear her eye roll.

“It’s our day off,” she yells back weakly, her face in Aaron’s neck as he runs his fingers through her tangled hair, trying to soothe her mortification.

“It seems serial killers don’t appreciate that,” Reid says mildly.

Emily snorts slightly, her body starting to ease in Aaron’s arms. She leans back to look at him and he smiles at her, bending down to kiss the top of her head before he turns to the door.

“We’ll meet you in the BAU. Is it a local case?”

“Yeah,” JJ responds. “Three murders in three weeks, they only just made the connection this morning.”

Aaron nods, scratching his short nails on Emily’s scalp. She relaxes into his chest and feels the vibration of his voice beneath her ear, “I’ll catch up with Garcia. You guys head back and we’ll coordinate from there.”

“Don’t take too long.” Dave says. Emily swears she can hear the smirk in his voice as they finally walk away, multiple footsteps thudding down the hall as she stands in Aaron’s arms. She moves out of his hold and walks to the door, looking through the peephole to make sure they’re gone.

The hallway is mercifully empty. “They’re gone,” she turns and presses her back against the door, sighing as her eyes meet Aaron’s. He smiles at her and she frowns. “How aren’t you bothered by this?”

He shrugs as he walks over to her. “Maybe I’m just glad they finally know,” he murmurs as he takes her hand and presses a lingering kiss on her knuckles. Emily’s lips curve upward and she sinks back against the door. “Aren’t you?”

She sighs. “I guess it’d be nice not to hide it anymore,” she agrees reluctantly. Her face twists up in a frown, “But they didn’t have to know that way. God, how am I gonna look them in the eye? I’m pretty sure they saw my underwear.” Emily groans.

Aaron bites his lip to hold back a laugh. “If it makes you feel better, I’ve seen all the guys in their underwear,” he soothes, cupping her face and kissing her forehead. “They’ve got nothing on you, sweetheart.”

“Your efforts at comforting are tragic,” she mutters, just as the doorbell rings again. Emily jumps and pushes herself off the door, ignoring the way Aaron laughs as he approaches it himself.

“Who is it?” He calls out even as he looks through the peephole, his lips turned up in a smug smile.

“Delivery.” She hears through the door.

“You couldn’t have come sooner?” Emily grumbles, dragging her shirt down and trying to get it to cover more of her skin.

Aaron takes the crumpled bills from the floor and opens the door a crack, hiding Emily. He takes the food and thanks the delivery guy, the scent of pancakes and syrup wafting in immediately making her stomach grumble. Emily looks longingly at the bags in his hands. “Do we have time to eat?” Her eyes are pleading, her lower lip jutted because she already knows the answer.

“In the car, honey.” Aaron assures, setting the food down on the counter and pushing her to the bathroom. Emily groans.

“Fuck serial killers.”

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Hot hot hot!!

Another Hotchniss filth age gap idea for you bestie: How about Dave is emily's father figure (not necessarily her step-dad but he has always been there when her real parents weren't) and Aaron is his best friend….so she's essentially fucking her dad's best friend haha

A/N: Bestie you know I love the AU’s and the age difference so you KNEW this was right up my alley lol. I hope you like our idiots being filthy together!

Title: From boys to men Summary: From the moment Emily meets Aaron she knows that she has to have him, she doesn’t care that he’s older than her, doesn’t care that he’s Dave’s best friend. She wants him. Word count: 3,8k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, oral sex, dirty talk, choking, age difference, (Emily is 22, Aaron is 40-ish)

“Bella!”

The familiar sound of Dave’s voice makes her hurry downstairs from where she had been packing up the last few things that she still had in her parents’ home.

“Dave!” She beams and happily accepts the tight hug and kiss to her cheek. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, kiddo.”

Dave had been in her life as long as she could remember, a close friend to her parents and the one who she had come to know as a second father. In some ways he had always been the one to look out for her, even when she didn’t want it. They had only gotten closer when she moved back to the states for college. And now she was moving to her own apartment, her dorm room all packed up and she was starting a new part of her life, a part she was excited for.

“Have you got everything you need?” Dave asks just as a second figure appeared in the doorway and Emily swore she had never seen a more attractive man. “Oh right, Emily this is Aaron, one of my best friends. He’s kind enough to help out.”

“Like you’d be able to carry all those boxes without breaking your back, old man.” Aaron says causing Dave to feign hurt.

“Hey, you might be a decade younger but I am still wiser.” Dave jokes and Emily rolls her eyes. She had heard that before.

“Oh right, that’s how it goes.” Aaron teases gently and smiles at her while extending his hand. “Aaron Hotchner.”

“Emily Prentiss.” She takes his hand and shakes it, eyes locked on his. “Thanks for helping out.” When she pulls her hand back her palm tingles, the heat of his hand feeling like a brand on her skin.

“We should get going.” Dave interrupts, seemingly oblivious to the way Emily can’t tear her eyes off his best friend. “So we have time to unpack the heavy stuff and then I was thinking I’d treat you to dinner?” He looks between Aaron and Emily, his smile as kind as always.

“Sounds perfect.” She says and she sees Aaron nodding in her peripheral.

It was going to be a great day.

“So, how do you feel about living on your own?” Dave asked, chopsticks in hand. She smirked at him, knowing that he was more worried about her than anything else.

“It’ll be fine Dave, no need to worry.” She leaned back in her seat. “It’s like I’m an adult now.”

“You can’t blame me, you’re the closest thing I have to a daughter. And you’re barely an adult.” He shrugged and as much as she tried, she couldn’t keep herself from smiling.

“I’m 22 years old!” She laughs but secretly she loves that he cares for her in this way, her parents never did. “I’ll be okay, besides you’re 20 minutes away, it’s closer than when I was at Yale.”

“Yeah but-” The sound of Dave’s phone ringing cut him off and he sighed. “Sorry, I gotta take this.”

“Never met a busier man.” Aaron said once they were alone and she nodded as she looked at him from across the table.

She had spent most of the afternoon looking at him, feeling her mouth go dry by the way he effortlessly lifted heavy boxes, felt tingles down her spine as she watched his large hands flex as he helped her move the couch, she wondered what his hands would feel like on her body.

“So Aaron,” She made sure to put on a face of innocence “how do you know Dave?”

“We used to work together, before he retired.” Aaron leaned back slightly in his seat as he spun noodles around his chopsticks. “He trained me.”

“Oh, so you’re working for the FBI?” She made sure to keep eye contact, trying to size him up.

“Yeah, the behavioral analysis unit.” He smiled easily and Emily found herself wanting to press a finger against the dimple in his cheek.

“No wonder you carried those boxes like they weighed nothing.” When one of his eyebrows arched she let out a breathy laugh. “Of course I noticed, how could I not?” She batted her eyelashes and she could see him swallowing and then cleared his throat.

“I’m flattered.” He said and looked down at his plate. He should not find a girl more than 15 years younger than him this attractive, he should not wonder what her lips tasted like or imagine the softness of her skin.

“Sorry about that.” Dave is suddenly there, sitting down and Aaron breathes a sigh of relief.

He could not go there with Emily, she was off limits.

It’s been three weeks since she moved and Aaron and Dave had both popped in to help out around the apartment, building furniture and painting walls even when she had told them both that she didn’t need their help. But she wasn’t going to argue too much, because seeing Aaron always ended with her hand between her legs later that night as she thought of him. She knew that he had caught on to the flirting, but he was still keeping his distance.

What he didn’t know was that what Emily wanted, she got. And she wanted him.

It was a warm Sunday when she got home from lunch with a friend. When she entered her apartment it was bordering on suffocatingly hot and she quickly made her way towards the AC. To her frustration it was dead and she had no idea what was wrong with it. She groaned as she pushed her hair out of her face.

“Great.” She muttered and reached for her phone to call Dave.

“Hey kiddo.” He sounded unusually happy she thought.

“Hey Dave, I have a question. What do you know about AC’s?” She started to move around the apartment to open the windows.

“Absolutely nothing.” He chuckled when she let out a sound of annoyance. “Besides, I’m in LA for the weekend, coming back tomorrow. But call Aaron, he might be able to help.”

Well that got her in a great mood.

“Okay, thanks.”

“Anytime Bella.”

She hung up and made her way towards her bedroom to change as she called Aaron.

“Aaron Hotchner.” He sounded distracted she thought.

“Hey, Aaron it’s Emily.” She kicked off her jeans and tore of her t-shirt as she kept him on speakerphone.

“Emily, are you alright?” She could hear the pause in his voice and she didn’t blame him.

“Yeah I’m fine, but my AC is out and I don’t know how to fix it and Dave is gone this weekend but he suggested that I could call you… Do you think you could come over?” She bit her bottom lip as she waited for his response that seemed to take forever.

“I can be there in an hour.”

Game on.

Almost exactly 60 minutes to the dot later, he was knocking on her door. When she opened it she saw the quick look of surprise on his face at the state of her undress. She had decided on a thin tank top and the shortest shorts she owned, blaming it on the heat if he dared to bring it up.

“Thank you for coming.” She smiled and gestured for him to come inside.

“Not a problem, hopefully I can figure it out.” As he moved towards the AC, she sat down on the couch.

“I’ll call someone tomorrow if you can’t.” She let her eyes move over him, he really was a stunning man. She wasn’t sure if he heard her, his focus already on the AC as he looked it over.

It didn’t take long, Aaron pushing buttons and looking over some of the wires before the buzz of the AC sounded through the apartment and Aaron laughed.

“Well, that was quick enough.” He said, his eyes lingering on her smooth thighs for a moment before forcing himself to look away.

“Sorry you had to drive all the way here for that.” She stood from the couch and batted her eyelashes as she slowly licked her bottom lip. When his eyes fastened on it she knew that she hadn’t imagined the way he had been looking at her.

“Not a problem. But now it’s fixed so I-” His words are cut off by the feeling of Emily’s hands pushing him against the wall. She’s so close that he can smell her perfume, could count her freckles and he knows that he should push her away, but he doesn’t.

“What are you doing?” He asks instead, voice low and the raspiness of it lets her know that he’s not unaffected by her proximity.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” She pushes up against him and he backs harder into the wall. With a smirk on her face she tilts her head as she looks up at him.

“We can’t.” He shakes his head, tries to rid himself of her perfume and soft body against his. Then her hand lands on his chest and he watches as she slowly moves it up to gently grab the back of his neck. When her nails scratch the base of his skull he swallows down a groan.

“Why not?” She doesn’t let his words deter her, she could feel his want pressing against her hip, could see how his pupils dilated.

“You’re too young.” He gets out through a clenched jaw and she laughs at his reply. “And you’re basically Dave’s daughter.”

“I won’t tell if you won’t” She tugs slightly on his short hair and his hands grab her hips in response. But he doesn’t push her away, and she knows she has him. “I want you. And I know you want me too.”

“Emily…” His fingers flex around her hips as he tries to keep some resemblance of control. But there’s no denying the want he feels when he looks at her, the attraction that had been clear the moment they met. When he opened his eyes she was even closer, her lips almost brushing against his. “I should have known you were trouble from the start.”

“You have no idea.” She whispers and then her lips press against his. The moment they kiss Aaron seems to give in fully, his hands moving from where they had been frozen on her hips to the small of her back, pulling her further into him. When his tongue licked at the seam of her lips she moaned softly and she swore she heard a sound of satisfaction from him.

He pushed her back, breaking their embrace and when he looked at her again, her breathing hitched. The hesitation that had previously been there was long gone as he looked at her with something dark, his eyes moving over her body slowly, deliberately and she felt her cheeks flush.

“What?” She finally asked, almost squirming under the intensity of his stare.

“You really are a gorgeous thing.” He muttered and caught her lips in another kiss, his hand firm around the back of her neck while the other sneaked under her tank top. He broke the kiss only to taste the skin of her jaw, her neck, taking note of what spots made her gasp and moan.

“Take of your shirt.” He said and Emily let out a breathy chuckle.

“So this is how this is going to go? You barking orders at me?”

“Yes.” The tone of voice was firm, determined, his face stern as he stared her down and she could feel her cheeks heating at the same time as heat settled as a dull ache between her legs. It’s his turn to smirk, happy with how fast the tables turned. “You don’t think I can’t tell that’s what you really want? What you crave?”

She swallowed hard when his fingers tangled in her hair, giving her a moment before pulling back, forcing her head back and she gasped.

“There she is.” He mumbled against her jaw. “See you’re not as good as you make yourself out to be in front of others, are you?”

“Aaron,” Her hands were fisting his shirt, close to ripping the fabric. In a matter of seconds he had taken complete control and she had never wanted anyone more. “Please.”

“Please what?” He nipped at her bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth and pulled lightly.

“More, fuck anything.” She breathed and he let go of her hair with a hum of satisfaction.

“Come on.” He put just enough distance between them to take her hand in his and dragged her towards the bedroom. When he turned back to her he quickly grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, a low groan sounding in his throat when he saw that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Naughty girl.”

She didn’t get the time to respond, his lips once again on hers as they started to tear at clothes. Her hands moved over his strong chest, enjoyed the heat of his skin and the feel of his chest hair against her palms before moving further down to work on his jeans. With some help from him, she got them off, his jeans and boxers landing in a pile on the floor and her shorts soon following.

The sound that ripped from his throat when she wrapped her hand around his painfully hard shaft sent tingles along her body, and she knew she needed to hear it again. She pulled him into another kiss, only licking over his bottom lip for a moment before continuing to kiss down his jaw. His stubble was rough against her lips, a feeling she enjoyed until Aaron’s heavy hand pushed in her shoulder, urging her further down.

When her knees hit the floor with a soft thump she looked up at him with wide eyes, her hand still stroking him.

“Open your mouth Emily.” He pushes his thumb between her lips and when her tongue circles the pad of it he smiles. “Good girl.” He pulls his thumb out and gives her a nod and it’s the only thing she needs before she takes his cock in between her lips.

Her mouth is wet and hot and he hisses at the sudden pleasure as she licks around the tip of him, tasting his precum with a sigh before moving further down. He throws his head back as she takes more of him, he’s sure he’s never felt a more wicked mouth around him.

Emily keeps her eyes on him, gauges his reactions and feels smug as he groans and swears above her. Like he senses it he looks back at her, and his fingers tangle in her hair again. The scratch of his short nails against her scalp makes her moan and his hips buckles against her face in return to the vibrations around his shaft.

“Can you take it all?” He growls, fingers tightening slightly as she licks the length of him. She isn’t sure she can, he’s thick and long but she was damn well going to try so she nods. Her lips wraps around him again, and she slowly pushes forward, making sure to flick her tongue and relax her throat.

“Fuck, just like that.” He doesn’t push her forward, watches in awe as she chokes and her eyes turn glassy. “Gorgeous.” He mumbles, more to himself than anything as he watches how she pulls back to breathe and then takes him back in her mouth. This time she doesn’t stop until the entire length of him has disappeared and when she chokes, he groans at the way her throat contracts around him.

She pulls back gasping, a tear falling from her eye and he carefully brushes it away and she smiles, proud that she had done what he asked. As she tries to continue, his fingers tighten in her hair and she hisses at the pull.

“Come here.” He gasps and effortlessly pulls her up to stand again. His hands move over her body, taking in every curve and valley as he lays her on the bed. He listens to her moans as he sucks on a nipple, watches the flush on her skin as he touches her everywhere except where she wants. She tries to turn them, but he’s too strong and easily pins her down with a slight shake of his head. He licks between the valley of her breasts, sucks hard on her collarbone, making her mewl. When her legs spread for him he smiles against the skin of her neck.

“What do you need?” He whispers, one hand moving between her legs, gripping the soft skin of her thigh and then slowly moving further up.

“You.” She pants, her body feeling like it was on fire from his lips and touch. She could barely think, let alone form words and for a brief moment she wonders if this is what madness felt like. Then his fingers move through her, slowly, carefully and her hips twitch.

“So wet, all for me.” He wants to taste her, wants to make her fall apart again and again but his own need to feel her wins out and he quickly rolls between her spread legs. He groans at the heat of her against him, lets the length of him move against her as he claims her lips in a breathless kiss.

“Aaron, please.” She whimpers, and he knows that the sound of her begging him will stay with him forever. He keeps his eyes on hers when he pushes inside of her, wants to see the pleasure on her face. Her jaw turns slack, her eyes drift close and a moan, breathy and loud falls from her lips and he can’t help the way his hips snap in response.

Her legs wrap around his waist, causing him to go deeper inside of her and he groans lowly. He moves with long strokes, each of his thrusts met by her moving hips. She clings to him, her nails digging into his back as he fucks her hard enough for her body to jolt. The sounds that come from her are breathy and deep and unfamiliar to her, the pleasure he’s causing almost overwhelming.

“God you’re so fucking tight.” He rasps and she can only whine in response as he sneaks a hand between them to rub her clit. When her eyes roll back and her back arches into him, he takes advantage and sucks on one of her nipples.

It’s not long before she starts to feel the coiling in her belly, and she knows that Aaron feels the way she’s clenching around him when he looks down at her with a smug grin.

“If you stop I’ll kill you.” She breathes and he chuckles but he doesn’t stop.

“Already so close. It’s going to be fun to see how many times I can get you to fall apart for me.” His voice has dropped even further, his own arousal clear as he speaks. He moves up on his knees, continues to rub her clit and holds her hip with his other hand, keeping her in place as he pushes deep and hard inside of her.

She comes in only a few moments, tensing and shaking at the same time as she cries out loud enough that she knows the neighbors would be able to hear. It only seems to spur him on, his thumb insistent on her clit, and hips strong as he fucks her through it.

“One more.” He growls and she whimpers but nods. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that he’d make her come again.

He grunts when she starts to clench around him again in no time at all and he rubs her clit faster. Watching Emily come might be the most erotic thing he’s ever seen and he knew right then that this wouldn’t be a one-time thing. She comes with a groan, hips buckling and head thrown back as she moans his name.

It isn’t until she’s sucking in desperate breaths of air that he slows to let her come down from her high. When her eyelids finally flutter open, her dark eyes are hazy and there’s a lazy smile on her lips.

“Let me ride you.” She says and he nods before laying down.

He watches with dark eyes as she straddles him, lets his hand rest on her hips as she starts to slowly grind on him.

“You’re so big.” She gasps, the fill of him close to painful as she moves above him. Her eyes find his, sees the same pleasure reflected in his eyes that she feels and she smiles.

“I know, baby.” He whispers as he enjoys the view of her on top of him. “You’re doing so good.”

“I want you to come inside of me.” She plants her hands on his chest and starts to move faster, lifting herself up and down. “I want to feel it.”

“Jesus Christ.” He grunts, his hips pushing up against her in response. “Make me come then, filthy thing.”

Emily keeps her hands on his chest as she grinds and rocks her hips above him, wanting him to feel as good as he had made her feel. When his hands grip her hips harder she knows he’s getting close and she lets him help her move. Then one hand moves from her hip to wrap around her neck and she gasps as she looks down at him, finding the look on his face close to wild.

“Fuck, that’s it.” He growls as he squeezes slightly around her neck. “Gonna come inside of you, pretty thing, don’t stop.”

She doesn’t. If anything her movements become frenzied, the feeling of his hand around her throat and the feeling of him inside of her driving her crazy. When his hand tightens and he groans her name she whines, the sound of his name falling from her lips and it’s the last nudge he needs before his hips stutter against her and he comes with a loud grunt.

His hands loosen and she switches to slowly roll her hips against his, drawing out his pleasure until he stops her with a breathless laugh.

“Give me 30 minutes and then we’re doing that again.” He says and she feels another rush of arousal settle in her belly.

“What’s the matter, old man?” She teases and he laughs.

“Do not even think about acting like a brat right now.” He pinches her side and she jerks before settling back over his lap, happy to watch him as he catches his breath.

“So, we’re doing this again?” She asks with smiles as she looks down at him.

“Oh yes, we’re definitely doing this again.” He gently pulls her down to kiss her. “There’s no way I’m letting go of you.”

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