prompt: hotchreid, puppy verse, set early on in their relationship as Spencer knows the rules but isn't very well behaved yet. Hotch is out for whatever reason, leaving Spencer home alone. He decides to have some ""alone time"" and we see all of his fantasies (all about Hotch ofc. maybe Morgan for a minute). literally AS he cums, Hotch gets home and catches him in the act. he's too late to stop Spencer, but not too late to punish him...
You know I LOVE this prompt so much!!!! I’m always down to write puppy!! I realise now that I only went for one fantasy really, but the temptation to include some of an idealised version of the miserable threesome was too strong to think of anything else haha. Might end up coming back to this one and making it proper fic length cause it fits in so nicely with puppyverse!
Thanks for the prompt!
Tired Of Waiting (E)
Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner/Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid (imagined) Masturbation, Puppyverse, Fucked Up Power Dynamics
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Hotch was supposed to be home an hour ago, and Spencer is restless. He’d tried to read but nothing could capture his attention, and after flicking through pretty much every show on the tv, had given up on that as well. And there’s the problem of that growing ache, the one that he’s blaming his current frustrated state on.
If Hotch was here, he’d make it better. Well, hopefully he would. Even if he ended up not being allowed to actually cum, though, it was still far better to get fucked or suck on Hotch’s cock as he worked than get nothing at all.
Well. It’s not like he needs Hotch to satisfy himself.
His desperation’s only growing, and Hotch could still be another hour away- he had such an irritating habit of working overtime, barely even noticing the time pass.
Spencer lays back on the sofa, hand trailing down to his crotch as he starts to flick through his mind for a good scenario. There’s a lot to choose from these days- this relationship was relatively new, but Spencer had already done a lot of things he’d never even considered before.
Like the whole puppy thing.
He’s probably breaking an unspoken rule right now, if he’s being honest with himself. Hotch never let Spencer touch himself- even when he was given permission, he’d only be allowed to grind on something for relief.
But Hotch wasn’t here now, and he’d never explicitly said Spencer couldn’t masturbate when he was alone. Sure, it was implied, but Spencer would have remembered the exact wording if it had been a rule. Besides, it’s not like Hotch needed to find out. He’d still be a while.
Spencer's stroking himself properly now, barely even noticing the way he automatically lets out little whimpers as his hand speeds up. He’s too busy thinking about Hotch to notice anything but how good it feels to finally have a hand gripping his cock. A conversation- well, not a proper conversation, considering he wasn’t supposed to speak without permission- from a few days ago slips into his mind.
“I’d quite like to share you, puppy. We could show off how well behaved you are, couldn’t we?”
Spencer whines as he presses his head into Hotch’s thigh, his stomach twisting a little even as his cock twitches. Just like everything Hotch does, this gives him such a conflicting feeling- the idea of being just a possession that could be shared is both degrading and painfully erotic.
“Oh?” Hotch continues, stroking his hair gently. “Don’t be nervous, I know you’d love it once there was a cock in your mouth. You’re easily satisfied, aren’t you? Perhaps I’ll have to talk to Morgan about it, I think he’d enjoy getting to see you like this.”
Spencer finds himself turning around so he’s laying on his front. Although it feels good to touch himself properly, he’s become far too used to humping things to be able to get off. As he starts to grind into the sofa cushions, he feels his face heat up even as he moans quietly. Even without Hotch there, he can’t help but slip into his pet headspace just from thinking about him.
What would it actually be like if Hotch followed through with his idea from the other day?
“He’s a good boy, isn’t he?” Hotch asks.
“God, yeah- look at you, puppy, taking it all down like that. Barely even gag, do you?”
Spencer can feel Hotch pressing up against him from behind, his cock just a thrust away from actually being inside.
“I’d say I’ve trained him quite well.”
Derek rolls his hips, slowly starting to fuck Spencer’s mouth. Each thrust makes him whimper happily around the thickness, drooling mindlessly as Derek holds his long hair back for him. And then Hotch is pushing in properly, each movement from him forcing him forwards onto the cock in his throat, Derek’s own thrusts pushing him back onto the one in his ass.
He’s never felt so used in his life and he loves it.
“You’re doing such a good job, puppy- this is what you’re meant for, isn’t it? Being my obedient little pet.”
“Pretty boy, your mouth-“ Derek gasps as Spencer swallows around him, tightening his throat as much as possible and looking up from under his lashes.
He’s so close now, the building warmth in his stomach nearly at its peak as he ruts into the sofa.
He’s so absorbed in it that he doesn’t even notice the sound of the keys in the door until it’s too late. Even when he hears Hotch walk into the living room, he can’t bring himself to stop- there’s no way he could give up now, not when he’s mere seconds away from the release he’s been craving.
“What are you doing, puppy?”
Spencer can’t do anything but whine apologetically as he cums into the fabric, Hotch’s voice acting like a trigger for his system. He can hear the older man move closer to him as he hides his face in the cushions, gasping as a sharp pull on his hair forces his head up.
“I’m not going to be able to trust you on the furniture any more, am I, you desperate little thing? Couldn’t even wait for me to get home and fuck you properly, you just had to rut on the sofa instead. Roll over, don’t try and hide from me. I know exactly what you’ve done.”
He does, of course, and as soon as he’s exposed, Hotch gives his softening cock a hard slap, making him cry out.
“No touching means no touching at all. I don’t care if it’s your hand or the floor, you’re not getting off until I give you express permission.”
Spencer looks down submissively, his post-orgasm clarity finally setting in. It was stupid to think that he could have gotten away with this and tried to find a loophole. Hotch would always find out- and he’d always make sure there were consequences.
“I think you need a reminder of why you shouldn’t do that. Go upstairs, and wait for me there. No, not like that- dogs don’t walk on two legs, do they?”
Of course they don’t.
Spencer crawls.
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I’m watching 10x20 and “I make a mistake, a change of clothes fixes that. You make a mistake, and I lose my daughter” Jesus CHRIST and also how did Roy know that Haley basically died because of hotch🤨🤨 he’s not wrong but how did he Know
roy probably knew at least a little about the situation when haley went into witness protection; with his daughter and grandchild in hiding for who knows how long and his ex-son-in-law’s face splayed over the papers, im sure even if that was all he knew that it would be enough to realize this was hotch’s fault. hotch also doesnt seem like someone who would try to hide it. i bet he probably pulled roy aside at/around the funeral and told him what happened. considering he already knew haley’s struggles with hotch’s work, plus hotch likely taking more of the blame than he should, it’s not surprising for roy to hold hotch responsible for his daughter’s death
thats genuinely such a fucked up line tho oh my god akdhsjd roy was NOT pulling his punches with that one. but again, im not really surprised that he would grow bitter and resentful towards the easiest target—especially since hotch blames himself for it too. he hates himself for what happened nearly as much as roy does. (its also highly probably that roy blames himself as well, thinking “why did i let her get involved with him,” and “why couldnf i protect my own daughter.” hotch is an outlet for roy’s guilty conscience—something he likely already knows and accepts as part of his penance. he doesnt think he deserves to be forgiven, and he’s not so cowardly as to make excuses).
im not sure if its more or less fun if hotch had always had a strained relationship with roy, or if the gap between them came from anger and bitterness over this tragedy. theres a special kind of drama that comes from haley’s father/family not approving her marriage. if haley and jess spent their time defending hotch from their parents’ scrutiny, i think it adds an extra layer of hurt for roy, jess, AND hotch when roy gets to say “i told you so” at his daughter’s grave. but i think theres also something to be said about roy and hotch having a relatively normal relationship (likely distanced since the divorce, but still not at the point of outright hatred), but this even being enough to completely shatter that. im never quite sure which one is more interesting: especially given what we know about roy’s good nature. has hotch always been on roy’s bad side or has hotch finally done enough to earn the wrath of a good man?
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