#gucci tie hotch

[hotch-girl]

AARON HOTCHNER + HANDS 

CRIMINAL MINDS — 10.21 “MR. SCRATCH”

[ssaaaronmontgomery]

God I want Hotch to be my sugar baby and wear the gucci ties I pick out for him and the cuff links with MY initials (bc duh he’s cuffed now) and I want to swindle a moving company into suddenly upgrading the couch and wheely chair and coffee machine in his office and I want him to find flowers delivered to said office all the time and to police stations throughout the country wherever he is I WILL SPOIL HIM

Omg yes<3333. I love the idea of sugar baby!hotch

You spoil him so so much. And at first he's a bit embarrassed and shy when you do. He gets all red and flushed! He's not used to being the one that is spoiled by someone else. And every time he sees something new show up in his office his heart flutters and he smiles so much all day<33. And when you refurnish his office he calls you because somehow he knows it was you (profiler skills and also because you asked him what his favourite colour is recently and the couch happens to be that colour) and he definitely tries to talk you into returning them when he sees them because "no no, this is too much. I can't accept these" but you're not having it and eventually you make him agree to it no matter how much he tries not to. He honestly loves the new furniture and when you ask him he quietly answers you with a shy "yes *blushes* very much. Thank you" and even though you can't see him you know he's looking down at the floor with a little smile<3. On cases he very much loves when he gets things from you. Because they're a bright light in all the darkness. It makes everything just a little (lot) better and it briefly takes his mind off of the case at hand and gives him a breath of fresh air that he desperately needs even if he doesn't realise it. It's hard for him to admit but he loves being spoiled by you. And it takes him awhile to get used to it. At first he definitely tries to return the sentiment by trying to spoil you as well but you quickly shut that down because he's your sugar baby. You're not...sugar partners...(he wants to be though 😂❤️). But he does get to spoil you on special occasions. Like a birthday or certain holidays. And he GLADLY wears things with your initials on them! He loves it actually. He gets very comfortable with being yours. (Also he definitely wants to know how you know where he's at if he hasn't told you yet lmao. "How do you know exactly where I'm at?" "I have my ways" he gives up on trying to figure it out) and when he asks how he can repay you since he can't go out and buy you new furniture too "well what can I do for you?" "A hug. Or snuggle with me. Or just eat something and get some sleep because you need it and we both know it" he's so stubborn at first because he wants to buy you everything too. But eventually he accepts it and loves it. He always gets flustered when you tell him how good he looks in his new tie<33. (And yes this man is very cuffed and very much loves it) Also 😂 "how did you get a moving company to do all this?" "I told you, I have my ways." If the team knows, Garcia definitely tells you where the team is at all times because she loves that her boss man has someone taking care of him<3. Like he deserves<3.

I never thought of sugar baby!hotch and now I need it.

[ameliora-j]

And I've been thinking about the HC with Hotch where you said he'd ask :“who the fuck do you think you’re talking to like that?” when Princess gets an attitude with him and I'm feral okay 😭 what would lead up to that?

oh i am so so glad you asked bc i’ve been HOPING to elaborate

content: mean dom!hotch, sub!fem!reader, choking, spitting, age gap (reader is in their 20’s), 18+ only!

you had been on edge, frustrated all week. with work and grad school assignments on top of that, and you had barely seen aaron lately due to both of your busy schedules. you had a final paper coming up, and you were sitting in his home office writing it up. 50 pages, double spaced, droning on and on and on about the legal analysis of the key goals of the constitution of the united states and how it conflicts with today’s law practices and blah blah blah blah blah.

your head was pounding with a migraine and the words on your paper had become blurred. you were near tears as the burnout was slowly creeping it’s way up your neck and into the back of your head. you took a deep breath, rolled your neck and sighed as you stretched, cracking your back. you heard a gentle tap on the door and then the creaking of the hinges as it opened. “hey, sweetheart? it’s nearly 1am… you almost done?” aaron asks softly as he peeks his head through the door.

“not even close” you mumble, not looking away from your laptop where you were currently restarting the paragraph you were on for the umpteenth time in a row.

he frowns at that, stepping over and gently stroking your hair. “do you want to take a break?” he asks, to which you shake your head. “okay hun, i’ll check back in a while” he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead.

that night, you don’t climb into bed beside him until 3am. his alarm goes off at 5:30, and you wake with him. while he gets ready for work, you go to his home office and start up again on your report. you’re grumpy now, and even more frustrated both due to your lack of sleep.

you don’t mean to.. truly, you don’t. but you take it out on aaron. he calls to you, asking where his things are, as he usually does in the morning, while you call replies back, focusing on your laptop. he’s nearly ready when he pops his head into the door. “hey sweetheart, have you seen my gucci tie?” he prompts gently “the blue silk one that you got me for my last birthday?”

it’s what causes you to snap. it was such a simple question, and you felt so bad about it, but you’re emotions were on high right now. “i don’t fucking know aaron, have you ever considered opening your goddamn eyes and fucking looking for it? i’m not your damn mother nor am i the keeper of your belongings. you’re a big boy, so figure it the fuck out and quit bothering me!” you shout.

aaron is stunned, his eyebrows are raised as he looks at you in both shock and concern. he slowly walks over, his dress shoes clicking against the hardwood as he approaches. he’s silent as he spins the chair so that you’re facing him. you’re ready to snap again, but before you have a chance to make even a sound, his right hand it wrapping tightly around your throat and you’re letting out a quiet moan. “who the fuck do you think you’re talking to like that?” he growls lowly, raising a challenging brow.

all your words die on your tongue and your attitude immediately dissipates as you pout up at him. “i’m sorry daddy…” you whisper quietly, to which he nods.

“there’s my good girl. for a second i was worried i’d have to spank her out of you” he hums. he leans over your body and your mouth opens on instinct, allowing his spit to trail from his mouth and down onto your tongue. “let’s try that again, shall we?” he hums. you’re nodding along dumbly as he speaks, and he smiles at how quickly he was able to turn his smart law student into a dumb, brainless, wordless princess.

“sweetheart…” he begins in that low, taunting voice that never fails to make your thighs clench. “have you seen my gucci tie? the blue silk one that you got me for my last birthday?” he prompts once more with a cocky smile.

“it’s in the toy drawer from the last time you used it to tie me up, sir” you whisper softly. he smiles, still holding your throat as he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

“thank you pretty girl” he whispers softly. “now,” he hums, reaching behind you, making sure to save your work before he closes his laptop. “i’m going to call my team, and tell them all not to come in until 12. and you’re gonna come with me, and we’re going to go back to sleep, okay?” he whispers.

“but i-“ you begin to argue, but he’s squeezing your throat tighter and you’re moaning.

“it wasn’t a question” he says lowly. it’s the voice that never fails to turn you to mush and make you do whatever he says.

“yes, sir” you whisper, and within seconds you’re standing and allowing aaron to tug you towards the bedroom as he calls the team to let them know they don’t have to come in until later.

don’t worry, he fixes the puddle in your panties before pulling you into his naked chest and letting you fall asleep on top of him ;)

[masterwords]

the adventure of the man in the suit

Summary: Hotch, Spencer and Penelope have been asked to give a presentation during Career Week in Jack's classroom. Hotch isn't scared of much, he can stare down an unsub with a weapon without even flinching but the idea of standing in front of sixteen first graders has him breaking out in a cold sweat. (tags/warnings on ao3)

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Sixteen sets of eyes were trained on the front of the classroom. Parsing out the letters on the blackboard. Studying the way their teacher paced like he was nervous about something or someone.

Sixteen little bodies sitting as patiently as they could at their desks, hands clasped on top, feet dangling and just missing the floor beneath. The gentle swish of jeans as kids kicked and fidgeted with their feet, knocking shoes together, scuffing toes that could barely reach on the floor or kicking the legs of the desk.

Jack Hotchner waiting with static-glowing anticipation at seeing his dad in front of the class wearing the tie he'd picked out this morning just for the occasion. He picked out the blue-silver one with the weird circle-lines on it. Derek made a comment about trying to impress the kids with Gucci but Jack didn't know anything about that. He only liked the weird circle lines. They looked like coffee beans. Or chain links on a swing set. He liked them. He was doodling them now on his folder in blue crayon.

In the hallway, waiting slightly less patiently, Hotch leaned over the drinking fountain and held his tie in place while he sipped the icy water. He was careful to hold his tie but it still got wet.

“You know,” Reid started as he watched Hotch with abject terror written all over his features. “Drinking fountains, especially in elementary schools, are common carriers of Norovirus, Rotavirus, e.Coli and influenza. Your chances of getting sick from a drinking fountain in a school like this during flu season are astonishing.”

Hotch, with sweet icy water still slicking his lips, narrowed his glare at Reid but said nothing.

“Sorry.”

He was nervous enough as it was, and Reid wasn't helping. Slowly he resumed pacing, his hands shoved deep in his pockets to avoid fiddling with his tie. The tie Jack picked out. It was meant to make him feel good, or handsome, or whatever Jack had said that morning. But he toyed with it like it was some talisman, like it was a good luck charm, and it was starting to make him feel like he was going to vibrate right out of his skin. Standing in front of a courtroom, or meeting with the Director of the FBI didn't make him as nervous as a classroom full of second graders.

Read the rest on AO3!

[hotchs-bitch]

I am going to be technical and ask you Hotch’s most expensive purchase but it needs to not be something he buys for someone else !!

Love love LOVE this because I have very strong opinions on it. Here we go

I think that the most expensive items (aside from a house or car obviously) that hotch buys are pertaining to his outfit or appearance. He doesn’t buy the most expensive products, persay (drugstore 3-in-1 shampoo, probably), but his ties, watches, even his belts are high end.

However, I don’t think he regularly buys them. I think he splurged after first becoming a prosecutor (the combination of no kids + making a decent salary + the idea of ‘clothes make the man’ all play into this) and bought himself a number of expensive items.

He did it over the space of a couple of months, and it was a subtle hit to their finances until Haley put her foot down and reminded him that the ‘lucky’ Gucci tie (the one he swears is the reason he won the Henderson case, by the way) could buy them a plethora of baby supplies, and they were planning to start trying once he had a stable job.

He still hangs onto the items, both because he has no reason to get rid of them- they’re already paid for, after all, and he’s not a wasteful man- and because when he puts on the Rolex he feels professional, put together, full of potential the way he was when he first started going to court.

The clothes give him a sense of control, and later on once he’s in the BAU, he still wears them. He relies on them in a way; he knows that the FBI has a reputation, and he’s hoping to keep it going by walking into a local precinct wearing the cost of their tech setup in his suit. It’s the first thing people see, long before he can actually display his competency.

They see a man in power, and his clothes speak for him so he doesn’t always have to speak for himself. He earned these clothes, each tie and belt representing a case won or a victim remembered.

He doesn’t buy them anymore once he joins the BAU; he’s a father now, with more things to worry about spending money on or saving for. Besides, his time in the department humbles him quickly. It can be overwhelming, and whenever he feels like he’s not up to the job he puts on the red Gucci tie he bought to celebrate passing the bar.

He touches it a lot, it’s worn with age, but as with everything he does, he carries it as a reminder of how far he’s come, how much he’s grown up, and what he’s capable of accomplishing

[garvezs]

aaron hotchner + gucci tie 6x12 corazon {gifs}

[maschotch]

UR TAGS WITH THE HOTCH GUCCI TIE POST I THINK I FIGURED IT OUT

IS IT ROSSI IS HOTCH’S SUGAR DADDY????? IF I AM WRONG IM CRYING MYSELF TO SLEEP TONIGHT

congrats!! you did it!! sleep well sweet anon!!

[walkingjunkdna]

Okay but the way Aaron started wearing Gucci ties after Foyet attacked him/ Haley and Jack went into Witness Protection... YOU CANT TELL ME THAT HO DIDNT USE RETAIL THERAPY INSTEAD OF TALKING ABOUT HIS FEELINGS! In this essay I will-

[orion-kenobi]

I don’t remember what episode this was in (pretty sure it was the jeid one) but Garcia also has a commes de garcon sweater thing so I think Rossi just bought a ton and gave them to everyone.

[honeypiehotchner]

“aren’t you going to thank me?” (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- one shot

Nothing like coming back with a smut one shot am I right? 🤪🤪🤪 Happy International Women’s Day here’s Hotch eating you out

Prompt is from @multiverse-mxdness​ cm discord writing challenge!! I had too much fun w this

Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), I honestly don’t think there’s much else unless you count Hotch himself as a warning (I do), ofc there’s the slight power dynamic bc he’s your boss

WC: 1,185 (I wrote this in like 15 minutes WHAT)

Going undercover was not exactly on your bucket list, especially not as your boss’s wife. 

This unsub is targeting couples at mixer events, and unfortunately their type has been exactly you and Hotch. You had no choice but to agree. 

It’s not that you’re uncomfortable, no, it’s nothing like that. You’re more than comfortable, and that’s the problem. 

You have a raging crush. On your boss. Did you mention he’s your superior? And it’s totally against some unspoken workplace rules to like him or anything further? 

“Y/N?” Hotch knocks on the door. “Are you ready?” 

You had come back to the hotel to change. You needed to be in a red dress, and Hotch in a red tie. 

“Yeah,” you squeak out. “One second.”

You adjust the seams of the dress, fix the collar and smooth out any random wrinkles. It’s one of those dresses you pack as a backup, but is never a first choice for an outfit. You don’t hate it, but you don’t love it either. 

It’s time. 

Slowly, you grab your purse and head to the door, opening it to reveal Hotch. He changed out of his grey suit and into his black one, complete with a red Gucci tie that Rossi gifted him one Christmas. 

He looks hot.

“Wow.”

You think for a second that the word left your lips, but it didn’t. It was Hotch. 

“Thanks?” you laugh. “Are we undercover already?”

“What? No,” he shakes his head. “I’m sorry. You just— You look really nice.”

“Thank you,” you murmur, suddenly bashful. He’s never one to comment on anyone’s appearance, unless of course, Reid gets a haircut. “You too,” you offer, wanting to say it anyway, but now feeling as though it sounds cliché. 

“Thank you,” Hotch chuckles, dipping his head. “Ready?”

As you’ll ever be.

~ ~ ~ 

You hold onto Hotch’s arm like a wife would, leaning into him every few seconds as you both mingle around the event. 

You’ve been married for almost a year. Dating for two. Vacations on the beach are a must. Work hours are crazy. You work even though he makes enough to support you, and he supports your decision to work. 

It’s all so blissfully domestic and too good to be true. You’re going to bask in it for as long as you can, knowing after tonight it’ll all be gone. 

Hotch can sense the unsub approaching, so he squeezes your arm lightly to let you know. 

They approach with a smile, offering you a glass of champagne that you turn down. You and Hotch go through the general details of your relationship, each of you studying the unsub’s expressions as you speak.

The unsub looks for unhappiness in the couples, though, so the one saving grace the two of you have right now is that: happiness.

So, to prove they’re the unsub, you decide to grab Hotch’s face, and kiss him. Right on the lips. Passionately.

Immediately, the unsub recoils, and storms away, clearly angered by the trick you just played on them.

When you pull away, you lift Hotch’s wrist to your lips to speak to Morgan. “They’re headed your way. Definitely the unsub.”

Morgan responds letting you know he heard you -- and saw that kiss.

You drop Hotch’s wrist, knowing Morgan will give you hell for that later, but for now, you’re on cloud nine.

“Aren’t you going to thank me?”

Hotch quirks an eyebrow. “For what?”

You scoff. “For saving your ass!” You playfully smack his chest, unable to hide your smile. 

“Oh, is that what that was?” he grins. “I thought you just wanted to kiss me.”

He’s your boss, your brain reminds you. But you can’t stop the words from tumbling out of your lips. “Maybe it was a bit of both.”

Hotch pulls you in by your waist, and your hands return to their place on his shoulders. 

“In that case,” he says quietly. “Can I kiss you this time?”

You nod. “Yeah. Of course.”

He presses his lips to yours firmly, kissing you like he’s been starving for years. 

“I think,” he says, pausing to kiss you again, “I need to thank you properly.”

“Mhm,” you agree, kissing him again. “How are you going to do that?”

He grins, and you kiss his smile. “I can think of a few things.”

~ ~ ~

Just twenty minutes later, you find yourself being carried bridal style into Hotch’s hotel room. He sets you down on the bed and returns to the door, locking it and putting the Do Not Disturb card in for extra precaution.

“Have you thought of how you’re going to thank me yet?”

“Oh yes,” he grins, grabbing both your hands and standing you up. “And it starts with helping you out of this dress.”

You turn around, silently giving him permission to unzip you. He does so slowly, tenderly, his fingertips brushing your exposed skin and his lips leaving kisses in their wake. On your shoulders, your neck, your cheeks. Everywhere he can reach, even your arms.

He kneels as he pulls the dress down, smiling when it reveals what he had suspected. No underwear.

He helps you step out of the fabric and toss it away, gazing up at you with heated eyes. He takes your hand and kisses each finger, your palm, and your knuckles. 

“You okay?” he asks.

You nod, holding his cheek. “Do you mind if I lay down instead?”

“Not at all,” he smiles. “I want you to be comfortable.”

Once you’re lying on the bed, a pillow underneath your hips, Hotch returns to kissing every inch of your skin. Up your arms and over your collar bones, up your neck and across your face. You’re in a blissful state, just lying there, cherishing this feeling unlike any other.

“Can I taste you?” he asks suddenly.

“Yes,” you reply instantly, whimpering when he presses an open mouthed kiss to your breast.

His lips travel down your stomach. You’re practically aching for his mouth to be on you, and he knows it. He still takes his time. He wants this to be special.

You taste like Heaven and he can’t get enough. His arms wrap around your legs, pulling you into him. He breathes into you, groaning when your hands find their place in his hair, tugging tightly. Hips bucking, you cry out when his tongue delves inside of you. He’s chasing your release more than you are; he’s desperate. He needs to know the taste of you when you let go, when you see stars in his arms, at his mercy.

It doesn’t take long. With a tongue like his and a fire inside of you, it takes mere minutes. You aren’t sure. But you explode.

He soothes you as you come down, breathing hard and shaking, yet still aching.

After a few more kisses, his lips travel upwards again, over your belly button, between your breasts, to your mouth. 

“Thank you,” you say, still trying to catch your breath.

“Thank you,” he replies, putting his weight on either side of you, pressing his body to yours, soothing your shakes.

[hotch-girl]

PENELOPE GARCIA and AARON "HOTCH" HOTCHNER

CRIMINAL MINDS (2005 — PRESENT) — 6.08 “REFLECTION OF DESIRE”

[midnightreid]

Cock Warming | Aaron Hotchner

Summary: When Aaron screws up while away on a case, you don't take it lightly. So when he comes home, he knows it's time to be punished any way you see fit. GENDER-NEUTRAL READER!

Warnings: SMUT, 18 + ONLY, Sub!Hotch, bottom! Hotch, slightly bratty Hotch, cock warming, unprotected sex, dom! reader, pet names, teasing, mention of Aaron getting injured on a case, aftercare, gender-neutral pronouns.

Word Count: 2.4k

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“Sit,” was the first word that came from your mouth when Aaron stepped through the front door. He’s not shocked by your behaviour; he knew that he was in for it tonight after Spencer told you that Hotch had once again taken a bullet in his vest.

But he did expect some love and affection before you started whatever you had planned for the night.

“Not even a hello? How was your case?” He’s teasing, biding his time to put his bag down and take off his suit jacket. Except you don’t reply, just roll your eyes, and walk towards him.

“You know, I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t take any more careless risks, Aaron.” Your voice is soft, but Aaron knows this isn’t a time to make a joke. He scared you, once again, unnecessarily too, and he was going to make it up for you. “I thought we agreed to try and come home unscathed.” Aaron lets out a sigh and lowers his head, knowing you were right, and no apology is going to make you feel better. Yet he still tried.

“I’m sorry, I know I promised you, I just…couldn’t help myself I guess.” You tut, hands on your hips as you look your man over. You’re not really angry, more frustrated and disappointed in the unit chief.

“Remember that deal you made? That once you came back from the case, I could have my way with you?” He lifts his gaze then, hope shining in his eyes at the idea of still being able to touch you and kiss you. “Well, Hotchner, I’m cashing in that deal right now, so you better strip and go sit down on that desk chair. And don’t you dare argue with me tonight, otherwise, you’ll get nothing from me.”

Aaron doesn’t hesitate to nod then, understanding that right now you meant business. He starts by untying his tie and undoing his shirt, leaving his chest bare for you to look over. For a moment you want to reach out and touch, brush your fingers over the numerous scars that cover his bare torso, but you hold yourself back and watch as he discards his gun and holster, shoes, socks, belt, pants, and finally his briefs.

His cock is already semi-hard, slapping up against his stomach, with goosebumps covering his body and his cheeks pink. He looks like the epitome of the needy man he is, wanting you and needing you.

“Can I ask…what you have planned?” His voice comes out shaky, already nervous, and excited at the same time and you think it’s endearing.

“I did think that maybe I should tie you up and ride you until you’re overstimulated and begging to come, and then I thought maybe I should make you jerk off for me and you’re not allowed to touch me the whole night.” Aaron lets out a soft whine at that, sitting on the wooden desk chair and gaze still focused on you. “But then I remembered that because I was so worried about you, I never finished the paperwork I had to get done today. And I think, making you sit here, with me on your lap and you unable to touch me, might be the best punishment of all.” Aaron gulps then, closing his eyes for a second as he breathes deep.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” He watches you then with interest in his eyes as you take his red Gucci tie off the couch where he left it, wrapping and unwrapping it around your hands. You check in then, staring him down.

“Are you okay with all this? You know you can safeword out if needed, Aaron.” He nods, understanding the strict agreement the two of you have.

“I’m sure, sweetheart. Do whatever you want to me.” You nod, and gesture for him to wrap his hands around the back of the chair so you can tie his wrists together with the tie. You strip then, letting your clothes fall to the ground and he takes in the sight of your naked body, so perfect and soft and beautiful to him.

He groaned when he saw your sweet spot then, already glistening in the low light of the room. You will admit, you did spend some time with your vibrator in bed before Aaron arrived home to ready yourself for tonight. And you can tell that Aaron was hooked then, staring at you with pleading eyes.

“Aw, baby boy, do you want to touch me? Feel how wet I am?” He’s nodding his head vigorously then, and as you run your hand through his soft hair, you only smile, tugging on it suddenly. It makes him keen, and he lets his head fall to your shoulder when you straddle his thighs, your back to his chest.

You let him enter you slowly, your heat enveloping him tightly and it makes him groan, huffing out a breath against the back of your neck.

“Fuck…darling, god you’re so tight.” He’s trying so hard to keep his hips on the chair, to not move even though his body is begging for some type of friction, and you can hear the chair creak slightly as he moves around.

“Here’s the deal, baby boy, if you can sit like this without moving and let me finish the rest of my paperwork without me having to reprimand you, I’ll let you come in me. And if you can’t…well I’ll just leave you here and get myself off.” You turn and face the desk then, picking up your pen and moving your papers closer to you.

Aaron is already so needy, his hands moving against the tie that holds them, and his mouth letting out soft puffs of air to try and keep himself contained. You know he’s trying hard to be a good boy, to earn his prize and to make you proud, and you can’t help but smile as you fill in the forms.

The room is quiet for a good fifteen minutes, and you’re nearly done by then. But then Aaron’s concentration breaks, and suddenly his hips are bucking up into you. He freezes, knowing he majorly fucked up, and he holds his breath when you let your pen fall to the desk.

You sigh, the sound laced with disappointment, and all Aaron can do is whine out a pitiful “I’m sorry,” when you turn slightly to look at him.

“Oh, baby boy, what am I going to do with you?” You’ve already finished your paperwork, but you don’t tell Aaron that as he lowers his head shamefully. “Why do you have to be such a brat, Aaron? Why can’t you be my good boy?” You’ve readjusted yourself to face him, taking his cock back in and once again making him moan. Your hand is in his hair this time tugging at it in a way you know he adores, and when you lean in to latch your lips to his chest, he smiles such a precious smile that it makes your body tingle.

“Please, I’m trying so hard, darling, I am.” He’s pleading then, but you just shake your head and tut. His eyes are wide and skin pink, and at this moment in an effort to give you some sort of friction, he tries to move his hips again. And that’s the last straw for you.

“Uh uh uh. Raise your hips again, and I won’t have a problem with tying them to the chair. You hear me, slut?” His eyes widen at the term, but you can tell he likes it when his tongue pokes out slightly to wet his lips. He nods his head in understanding, whimpering out a small “yes,” and that’s when you decide to take back your power. “Now come on, baby boy, give me a kiss.”

The first kiss of the night starts gentle, letting Aaron get used to the sensation of having your lips on his, on your bodies being so close. But quickly, you up the pace, letting the tip of your tongue trace his lips and soon you’re stealing every one of his moans, turning him into a whimpering mess. But he’s not complaining, because he loves kisses like this, when you have all the power and he’s just in your embrace, totally vulnerable and wanting.

Your hand has wandered down to your sweet spot then, fingers tracing over the bit of Aaron’s large cock that’s not fully sheathed in you, and when your fingertips touch his skin, he gasps into your mouth, pulling away. You have a wicked grin plastered on your face then, watching him closely as his eyes shut tight in pleasure. And after stroking him a couple more times, you slam back down onto him, moan loudly in his ear as he fills you.

“FUCK, oh, fucking hell, please, darling!” He’s pleading now, so close to cumming that his hands are clenched together and he’s gritting his teeth.

“Oh, are you close baby? You can’t hold on much longer? Poor baby, poor baby boy.” You don’t give him permission to let go, and as you nibble marks into his skin above his heart and against his collarbone, he’s shaking, body so tense.

You’re feeling so blissfully pleasured, body wracked with waves of heat as you bounce on his cock, and then suddenly, as he lets out another desperate moan, you’re cumming over Aaron’s cock.

Breathing hard, your head falls to the crook of his neck, eyes shutting for a moment as the aftershocks rack through your body. Aaron’s muttering sweet words into your ear that you can’t hear right now, but he shifts to press kisses to your hairline.

After a while of coming down from your orgasm, you reach behind Aaron and untie his wrists, smoothing your hands over the small bruises that had formed.

“You know, I never doubted that you could be a good boy for me, sweetheart. Do you want your prize now?” Aaron can’t stop looking at you, gaze drifting between your face and where the two of you are connected, and after a rough nod, you smile sweetly. “Then now’s your chance, big boy, do whatever you want to me.”

It’s like something inside Aaron flips a switch then, because suddenly he’s standing up and roughly lying you against the desk and thrusting into you with no hesitancy. It’s wild and desperate and oh so needy, and he’s making the desk rattle against the wall, and you moan out in complete ecstasy.

He’s pounding into you, his hands on your hips and the rest of his body towering over you. It’s probably the hottest thing you’ve seen in ages, and with the way he’s snapping his hips and moaning loudly, you knew he wouldn’t last long. But soon a second orgasm is racing towards its peak, and after pulling him down to kiss you, you can’t help but tease him again.

“Is that all you’ve got, baby boy? C’mon, I know you can do better than that.” Something flashes in his eyes then, and then he’s pushing his hips so hard that you’re sliding against the smooth wooden desk, eyes rolling to the back of your skull in pleasure.

He hits your sweet spot right then, and with a shriek, you’re coming all over him again with him following behind soon. His face twists in relief, his head falling to rest on your chest as he struggles to hold himself up, and your body wracks from the aftershocks.

Neither of you speaks for a little bit, Aaron pulling out gently and eyes growing wide again as he sees your combined mess spill onto the hardwood floor below, but you just smile, knowing the night was exactly what you envisioned.

“Hey, Aaron, baby look at me.” You place a hand on his cheek, finger smoothing over his jawbone softly, and he looks at you with all the adoration in the world. “You okay? That wasn’t too much for you?”

“I’m good, I’m very, good, sweetheart. Was that too much for you? I think I nearly broke the desk.” You laugh at his remark, sitting up slightly to rest against him, letting one of his hands card through your hair.

“That was perfect, Aaron, just what we both needed.” He smiles then, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. And even though his legs are shaky, he still takes you in his arms to carry you to the bathroom so the both of you can bathe and check over each other. The mess can be cleaned up tomorrow.

You’re in the bath together when he brings it up, when you’re sure he hasn’t dropped too far into subspace and has more clarity now. It catches you off guard when he starts speaking, because you thought he’d nearly fallen asleep resting against you in the warm water.

“I really am sorry about scaring you. I didn’t mean to, and I know what I did was foolish and reckless.” Aaron’s looking at you with those big brown eyes that you love so much, and you can’t help but melt.

“Sweetheart, I know you didn’t mean to, and I’m sorry I got frustrated. It’s just…I love you so much, and to imagine losing you because you did something reckless would break my heart.” He nods in response to your words and doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms tighter around you, giving him that sense of comfort and safety, he’s always longing for. “Now, Spencer told me that the team have got the rest of the week off, so I propose we spend this week relaxing, and maybe even take a trip up to the cabin near the lakes, does that sound good?”

“Sounds perfect, darling. Can we go to bed now?” He’s already so droopy in your arms, relaxed and so perfect. And it makes you laugh when he tries to persuade you with kisses up your neck and jaw.

“Soon, baby, but first, we both need some food. And I think Thai is in order tonight.”

Aaron knows you love him, that you’re going to reward him for being the best he can be and punish him when he knowingly screws up. But he also knows that he wants everything you can give him and more, wants to spend every waking hour with you and share lazy kisses in a bath before sharing a bed with Thai food. Tonight might have been a lot, but he knows he doesn’t ever want anything different, and he’s grateful for you, and for everything you do to him, for him.

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[ameliora-j]

Hi, I'm glad those other asks made you smile 😄 for your 4k celebration, can I get Tiana with Sugar Daddy!Hotch meeting black!reader for the first time 🥺

hi honey!! i’m so sorry that this took so long but i wanted it to be good cus i love this concept sm :( (and also cus i had go keep reminding myself it was a mini blurb not a full fic 💀) i hope i did it justice though :(

you were sitting in a restaurant, waiting for the man to show up. you’d met him through a website for this stuff, and he seemed like the least creepy one to make an arrangement with. more than the business side of it, he was actually interested in you… and getting to know you. and you wanted to know more about him too. it was two weeks of nonstop texting and late night phone calls where both of you fell asleep still connected—he woke up much earlier than you, and you’d oftentimes wake up to seeing him getting ready on the facetime screen. it melted your heart every single time you woke up and he hadn’t hung up yet.

his work schedule finally calmed down, and you two were able to schedule a date. so, now here you sat in a long black gown with a high slit, a cute pair of heels, and your usual every day jewelry. your nails were freshly manicured and your hair freshly done. you’d shaven yourself to be smoother than a baby’s bottom and made sure to apply your cocoa butter and coconut oil so your skin was soft.

“yn?” you heard a deep voice drawl. you followed the black slacks all the way up to a nice gucci belt, then a pressed white dress shirt and a red tie, all the way up to your handsome aaron.

“hi aaron…” you whispered, standing to hug him as you gaped.

“you look gorgeous… how much did all this cost you?” he asked, pushing your seat into the table as you sat down.

“oh no, don’t worry! i wanted to!” you assured him with a smile.

“yes… and i want to pay for you to look as good as you do. so tell me how much, and i’ll reimburse you” he smiled. “and if you think about making even one more purchase with your own money we’re gonna have some problems, yeah?” he raised a brow.

you gulped softly and nodded. “yes sir” you whispered softly.

the two of you spent the whole night, talking and laughing over the high end restaurant’s top shelf wine. your time spent with aaron was fantastic, it felt like the two of you had known each other for years. he was a gentleman the entire night, asked about you, listened while you spoke… opening up to him felt easy. he felt like a man you could be yourself around.

“yn… i have to be completely honest” he began as he paid the bill. “i don’t… want this to just be uh… a ‘business’ thing” he murmured out, lacing your fingers together. “if it’s okay with you… i’d like to continue taking you out on dates and getting to know you… i-i’d… i’d like for you to be my girlfriend” he smiled shyly at you as the two of you stepped out of the restaurant.

“oh aaron…” you whisper. “i want that too” you smile. “all of it… i had a great time with you tonight and i’d love to keep it going? back at my place maybe?” you smile hopefully.

he asks you if you brought a car. when you tell him that your best friend had dropped you off, he decided then and there that he would drive you back to your place. the two of you chatted, sipped on wine and watched movies. all the way up until you fell asleep, and woke up on aaron hotchner’s chest.

and as you were crawling down to suck him off to make his morning wood go down before he made you breakfast, both you and him decided… this is how you want to wake up every morning.

[ssahotstuff]

Aaron Hotchner Playlist Collection 💕

All Too Well, part 4

Part 3 can be found here

Word count: 10.2 k

Warnings for the series: drinking, cursing, mentions of food, mentions of pregnancy and allusions to fertility issues, abandonment, SMUT pretty early on(readers first time, choking, penetration, oral f&m receiving, breeding kink with the intentions of pregnancy, birth control slip up, spanking, squirting, slightly dom Hotch, bondage, use of a vibrator, masturbation, Somnophilia, watching porn, use of a Polaroid camera to take nudes, having sex on camera, facefucking, brief sir kink, cockwarming kind of, if I missed anything let me know)

Flashbacks and text messages are italicized. Pieces of the letter are in bold text

"I dunno, Penny. I'm not really ready to meet anyone," she'd been dying to introduce you to her boss, Hotch. According to Penelope, he was exactly your type, strong, in charge, and especially handsome. You were supposed to be meeting all of her friends from work tonight, a group of strangers sat waiting across the bar for you.

"This is my friend, Y/n. She freelances and she does my hair sometimes," Penelope boasted, introducing you to everyone, but your gaze was fixed on who you hoped was her boss. He was huge, tall and broad with strong shoulders and dark, deep eyes. His hair was dark and striking, and the Gucci tie around his neck told you that he knew how to dress everyday, and not just on a night out.

"Y/n, this is Hotch," you saw the twinkle in Penelope's eye as she sat you next to him, but he was quickly correcting her.

"Call me Aaron. It's nice to finally meet you," he offered his hand for you to shake and you took it, noticing how large his hands were, and the shiny Rolex on his arm.

"I've heard a lot about you," Penelope had told you everything she knew about him. He knew that she was trying to set him up, and he'd came anyway, so he must've been just as curious.

"So have we. Apparently I have you to thank for making sure she stays in the Bureau's dress code policy," he joked, and although she was eccentric, you'd never done anything wild to her hair.

"Don't thank me, I'm just the tool. She makes all the final decisions," you shot back, easily falling into conversation with him. Everyone else went to dance but you stayed at the table, your legs brushing his beneath the table as you talked. Neither of you bothered to move, but you were too busy talking to Aaron, listening to him tell you about how he'd been working on a book filled with profiles that he could publish for the Academy to use as a teaching resource.

"No way! I'm writing a book too," you had more in common than you ever would've thought given your age gap, but if he cared about you being younger than him, it didn't show.

"You know what they say about great minds thinking alike," he grinned, taking a sip of his drink.

"So, what are the chances that I see you again?" You weren't usually so up front, but you wanted to get to know him better.

"I'd say if you're not doing anything tomorrow, I don't have anything planned."

You went your separate ways that night, but not for long. You went home that night and thought you must've been dreaming, that there was no way someone as perfect as him had fallen right into your lap, and he was just as interested in you. You had been laying in your bed, nearly asleep when he sent you a message that woke you up with a jolt.

Aaron: I can't wait to get to know you. I have a feeling you're going to change my life.

Instead of texting him back, you were calling him, hoping he picked up.

"Hey," he sounded like you'd caught him off guard, like he wasn't expecting it.

"Hi. I'm not sure why I called but I don't really want to wait until tomorrow to talk to you again," you felt pathetic admitting it, and you thought he'd hung up when he didn't say anything at first.

"Do you want to come over? I'll come and get you," he sounded more than eager, like he was praying for you to say yes so he could find out more about you.

"Are you sure? It's late," the clock read nearly 1 AM, but you'd never been more awake.

"I don't mind at all, really."

Within twenty minutes, you were standing on the stoop, waiting for him to pick you up. His car rounded the corner and you climbed in, buckling your seatbelt.

"I hope you aren't missing sleep for me," he was already in his pajamas in the drivers seat, a hoodie on over his clothes. It was weird to see him so casual after seeing how sharply he'd dressed that night, but seeing him in gray sweats and a t-shirt made you just as giddy.

"I was going to be up regardless but I'm glad you were up. I uh—I wanted to see you again," you were glad you weren't the only one curious, because he'd been all you thought about after you left.

"I just couldn't wait until tomorrow," you agreed as he pulled into the lot of his apartment complex. You followed him up to his place, walking closely behind him in the dark. He led you straight to his bedroom, so you sat crisscross on the bed and he sat across from you, his hands in his lap.

"I'm really glad I listened to Garcia and came out tonight," he said, and you knew then that it wasn't his style, but he'd came anyway just to meet you. It wasn't your taste either, but you'd been so curious about the mystery man that you couldn't help yourself.

"For future reference, I prefer to stay in," you shot back, and he nodded in agreement.

"Then we'll get along just fine."

You stayed up talking with him until almost four in the morning, until he yawned profusely and it made you yawn too, giggling at how sleepy he looked. His eyes were glassy, he looked like he could fall asleep at any given minute.

"Want to share the bed?"

You hadn't expected him to ask, but you nodded anyway, slipping off your sweatshirt. He took it and hung it with his on the back of his door and crawled into the bed next to you, turning off the lamp.

"Wanna cuddle?" Your sleepy voice was honestly too sweet for him to resist, because he didn't even try. He rolled over on his side and tossed his arm over you, and one of his legs too. It felt more natural than sleeping alone. You'd never slept with another person before, but you fell asleep quickly in his arms, muttering a goodnight to him before your eyes shut. You barely heard him tell you how happy he was that he met you, but you hadn't missed it, and it was something you'd never forget.

He became your best friend the very next day.

You were inseparable. If he wasn't on a case, you were at his apartment everyday for a month before he even worked up the courage to kiss you. It was unexpected but perfectly timed all at once. You hadn't seen him in a week, and when you saw his car pull up to the curb, you thought you were imagining things. He hadn't called, so you didn't know he was even in town. Usually you were the first person he told that he was coming home, and you were in his car the second he pulled out from the airstrip.

You met him at the door, wrapping your arms around him in an immediate hug. You'd missed him, and you'd worried. He spared you the details, but the case had been a rough one, and you could tell it was taking a toll on him from your nightly calls. His arms welcomed you eagerly as you walked into them, holding onto him tightly. You'd read somewhere that a hug could heal someone a little bit if you held on long enough, so you hoped to fix him little by little every day, and he'd never even know it.

"I missed you," you mumbled into his shirt, the scent of his cologne washing over you; it was the recognition of this familiar smell that made you realize how fast and how far you'd fallen for him in just a few weeks time.

"I missed you so much, sugar. I know I should've called but I just couldn't wait. I needed to see you," he didn't want to let you go, so you stood in his arms, secured by his strength. His hugs were warming, comforting. You could tell he poured every ounce of love he had into holding you.

"I'm glad I was your first stop," you looked up at him, his eyes scanning your face briefly before he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. You didn't hesitate to kiss him back, gently cupping his face. His tongue found your mouth and you let out a small whimper in response, which made him grip your waist tighter. You felt his breathing hitch before he pulled back to look at you, his nose brushing yours lightly.

"I've wanted to kiss you for so long," he said lowly, and it rumbled through you, making your skin flush all over.

"You can kiss me any time you want."

You didn't even bother packing a bag, you had clothes at his house already, things you'd left behind on purpose that he'd cleared a drawer for, and things he'd given specifically to you that had belonged to him. You could usually be found in one of his t-shirts at all times, especially when he was gone. It was your way of being close to him, even if he wasn't around.

You were already marking his home as your own, and he didn't mind a bit. You'd tried to take your stuff back home once before so it wasn't in his way but he assured you that the drawer was yours if you wanted it, so each time you stayed, you'd leave something behind. You hadn't even really established what you were doing yet—he felt like your boyfriend, but neither of you had talked about putting a label on things either. Right now, you were just two people that had kissed, but there was so much more there, waiting to be discovered.

"I'm going to shower and we'll order food and watch a movie or something that requires the least amount of effort possible," he let you get comfy in his bed while he took off in the direction of the bathroom, letting you pick something to watch. There was a scary movie marathon happening on one channel, so you chose it and waited on him, propped up on your side of the bed.

You took the liberty of ordering dinner while he was in the shower; you were starting to learn his orders everywhere, simply because you paid attention. You wanted to know as much as possible about him, and you were quickly on the way to finding out.

When he joined you, you told him about ordering dinner, earning a smile from him in response as you told him what you ordered for him.

"That's my favorite," he confirmed, joining you in the bed. You held open your arms for him to lay in, letting him take refuge on your chest. He sighed heavily, relieved to finally be home and away from the horrors of his job. You raked your fingers through his hair, studying his face as he laid on you. He was finally beginning to wind down, not so on edge from being away for so long. You knew from previous cases that he held onto everything, every ounce of stress that his team suffered, every excruciating detail of each case, he had to come home and carry it all. It was more than any man should be burdened with. If it was your place, you'd beg him to slow down, take it a little bit easier, but he'd never listen.

"I think I hear the doorbell," he got up long enough to go get your food, so you sat up and went to the kitchen. He liked to eat at the table, it made him feel a tiny bit normal.

"We're breaking the rules today," he tugged you back in the direction of the bedroom, so you could eat watching the movie. He never took anything but your nightly candy into the bedroom, so you were shocked to say the least. You assumed he just wanted to lounge as much as possible after the week he'd had.

"So tell me what I missed while I was gone," he urged you, so you told him what you'd been up to, but it wasn't much. You'd worked and waited on him to return, occasionally hanging out with Penelope if she was around. She didn't have the same schedule as the rest of his team, but she stayed pretty busy, so you saw her whenever you had the chance.

"I know it's hypocritical of me considering the work that I do, but I'm really glad your schedule is easy for me to work around. I'm glad I get to see you as often as I want," you'd finished eating, so you took your takeout boxes to the trash and returned to his bedroom, climbing over him so you could settle into his bed. You spent the majority of your time at his house in the bed, talking, reading. The two of you read together a lot; he would read you the really good parts of his book and you'd do the same, thankful you had someone you could do peaceful things with. You didn't know a single guy your age that would sit in bed and read with you.

"I don't mind your schedule. I just really start to miss you," you leaned into him as a new movie began to play on the tv. His arm wrapped around your shoulders as you watched the movie, his free hand reaching out to take yours.

"I'm glad you can handle it. I know it's rough, and I'm sorry."

You shook your head, assuring him there was nothing to apologize for.

"You don't have to apologize, Aaron. This is your life," you let your hand caress his face, and his lips leaned forward and captured yours, taking you by surprise. You hoped he'd take your advice and kiss you all the time; he was already such an affectionate person. He always wanted to touch you, hold your hand. It made you giddy, you loved every second of it.

"I want you to be a part of my life too," he mumbled against your lips, too caught up in you to stop. You loved his honesty, the way he showed you how much he cared for you, he didn't just tell you. You could feel it in his touch, the way he kissed you so tenderly.

"Im here as long as you'll have me," you promised him, coming to straddle his lap. You continued to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you.

"I've uh— I've only ever been with one person before," he whispered, but your lack of experience went far beyond that. You'd never been touched by hands that weren't your own; you'd never trusted anyone enough to give yourself to them like that.

"I've never done anything," you replied, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks at your innocence. You'd been waiting for the right person, and you were certain you'd found him now.

"You're serious? Sweet and innocent," he replied, his voice like silk.

"Something like that," you were secretly dying to be anything but innocent with him. There were a plethora of things you wanted to try, and he was the one you wanted to do them all with.

"Well, if you ever want to change that, let me know," his hips shifted slightly to conceal the bulge growing in his pajamas; you knew he was probably just as turned on to be the first one to touch you as you were thinking about it.

"Really? Just like that?"

He nodded, his hands on your hips. He was longing to touch you, you could feel it flowing throughout the room, his desire for you.

"Just like that. I'm yours whenever you want me." All of the air left his lungs as he said it, as if he were afraid you might reject him, but you were feeling bold as you toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck. He was covered in goosebumps, a side effect of your fingers against his skin.

"What if I said I wanted you right now?"

He groaned, his hips bucking into you involuntarily, because he tried to hide it as soon as he'd done it. You met his movements, leaning forward to kiss his neck lightly.

"We don't have to,—" you weren't sure if he was ready, so you took a moment to scan his features, leaning back to look at him. He was silently deliberating on what to do, you could see the hesitation on his face.

"I am dying to touch you..But I'll only touch you tonight. We'll save your first time for when I can make it special for you," he decided, his fingers lacing through yours. You could tell it was taking all of his restraint not to have sex with you, and you respected him more for it. You wanted him badly, but you were willing to wait because there was no one else you could see yourself with like that.

"I really want to touch you," you purred, making him take his lip between his teeth. His hands moved to your thighs, rubbing them gently before he took a deep breath and sat up straight. You could feel him, stiff and needy beneath you, but he was trying hard to ignore it for now.

"There's one more condition," he toyed with the hem of your shirt, eager to take it off. Only a sliver of skin was visible but he couldn't stop looking, making you feel wanted, desired. It was almost indescribable, the way he made you feel so good about yourself, and he didn't even have to try.

"I'm listening," he smirked, planting a quick kiss on your chest before responding.

"I want to be able to call you my girlfriend, officially," you felt a smile break out on your face, making him smile back at you in return.

"I was hoping you'd be my boyfriend soon. I've never had one before," you were absolutely giddy, snaking your arms around his neck.

"I can't believe I get to be your first for everything," he kissed your neck, your collarbone, his mouth sucking gently at your skin. You shivered, slipping your fingers beneath his t-shirt to feel the tone, hard flesh underneath. You could barely contain your excitement as he slipped his shirt off, so you did the same, watching him suck in a breath as he looked at you.

"You're perfect," he stated, reaching behind you to feel for your bra clasp. He looked to you to make sure what he was doing was okay with you, so you gave him a small nod and he was undressing you, letting your bra fall to the floor. His mouth quickly ducked down and began to pepper your chest with open mouthed kisses before he brought your nipple to his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. You didn't even try to muffle the moan that escaped, feeling his cock throb beneath you right after.

"Feels so good, Aaron," your hands were in his hair as he repeated his actions with your other nipple before he trailed back up to your mouth, kissing you hard, taking your breath momentarily. You were grinding your hips against him, anxiously awaiting what was in store for you.

"Can I lay you down?"

You climbed off of him and he helped you settle in next to him, his fingers dancing across your body before he settled on tugging your sweatpants off, letting them crumple in a pile at the foot of the bed.

"Tell me how you're feeling," he was worried that you might be uncomfortable, but truthfully you felt more at ease than ever.

"I'm fine, I promise. I'd tell you if I wasn't," you assured him, tugging at his pants so he'd take the hint and shrug them off. By the time he was in his boxers, his hands had started to ease towards your center, spreading you apart at the thigh. His fingers toyed with you over your panties, no doubt feeling the wet patch that only continued to grow as his hands explored your body.

"Thank you for trusting me like this," he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and got them off with your help. He took a deep breath as he teased your folds, slick with arousal. He groaned audibly before attaching his fingers to your clit, and you quickly felt your brows pull together at how good his fingers felt; much better than yours by far. He was loving, tender. His mouth kissed at your neck until you turned your face to meet his, your tongue slipping into his mouth. You moaned into him, making him speed things up a little, but only by a fraction. He was taking his time in learning you and you were perfectly fine with that. He was having just as much fun as you, a soft smile plastered to his face as you let him be the one to touch you for the first time. It felt more than special, it was sacred, and you'd never forget how you felt in the moments before your first orgasm not by your own hand. Your breathing became ragged and unsteady, so he took the opportunity to climb between your legs so he could watch your body tremble.

"You're stunning. Everything about you makes me crazy."

Your back arched off the bed and he coaxed and praised you through your orgasm like he'd never seen anything so spectacular.

"I was just thinking the same thing about you," you said sweetly, making him grip your thighs with force as he lay between your legs.

"Can I taste you, sweetheart? You have no idea how badly I want to," he pressed his lips to your thighs, kissing your skin gently as he peered up at you.

"Please," you barely managed to choke out a reply before he was crashing into your center, his tongue lapping wildly at you. It was almost overwhelming, how good it felt, the new sensation. The heat of his mouth was enough to have your skin covered in goosebumps, every slight movement had you wiggling against the mattress. You could practically feel the smirk on his face, satisfied that he could bring you so much pleasure, and to be the only one. You didn't realize then what it had meant to him, but he was happier then than you'd ever seen him, because you were officially a part of his life now, and he could keep you around. You were the first chance he'd taken in a long time; his wife had divorced him but losing her had still been difficult for him, and he wasn't in the market for anyone when you came along. But the two of you couldn't stay away from each other, and you weren't sure what it was that drew you to one another, but he was borderline obsessed with having you as close as he could get you. Even the first night, he'd held you all night long after you asked him to cuddle; you woke up still in his arms, buried in his neck.

Every night after had been no different. If he was in town, you were in his bed, no questions asked. He'd call you from the airstrip, and you'd pack a bag, meeting him where the pavement met the sidewalk every time he called. You were just as infatuated, spending all of your time either with him or thinking about him. You had been planning to tell him you wanted him to take your virginity but you were glad he wanted to make an occasion out of it instead of doing it tonight. You wanted to be more prepared, pamper yourself to the fullest the day of so you could feel good about yourself during and after. You couldn't wait to touch him, to have your hands on his body, but you loved the way he felt; he had you a moaning mess as you gripped the sheets tightly, your orgasm shaking all of your senses momentarily, running your fingers through his hair as he worked between your legs.

"I'm really glad I'm doing this with you," it came out as a whimper but he heard you anyway, kissing your thigh before he licked a stripe up your center, sucking on your clit, making your head hit the pillow.

"Me too. You're exactly what I needed, sweet girl. I knew really early on that I didn't want to let you go," you wondered when it had clicked for him—you'd felt it too. It had been just as strong, an incredible force that had you on your toes ever since, fearing the day you might lose him.

"Then keep me," you pleaded as you came on his tongue, his hands gripping your thighs to pull you closer to him. His tongue never stopped swirling in your center, he stayed between your legs for what felt like hours and more orgasms than you knew you could have in one night. You were practically begging to touch him, tugging him up to kiss you. His mouth met yours with haste, his hips rutting into you wildly.

"Please let me touch you," it was needy, but you didn't care. Your only desire was to please him the way he'd been taking care of you. You were eager to learn how to make him feel good, and you knew he'd be happy to teach you.

"You're sure?" He was afraid of rushing you, moving too fast. You were ready, though, and if he'd let you, you wanted to memorize his body, to taste him the same way he'd tasted you.

"I'm sure, Aaron. I'll beg if that's what you want," you would too, if begging was something he was into; you were willing to try anything with him, simply because that's how deep your attraction ran for him.

"You don't have to beg, baby. I just don't want you to feel pressured by me," you shook your head, kissing him sweetly as you traded places with him, climbing on top of him.

"I don't feel pressured. I want to, Aaron. I really want to," you left a trail of kisses across his chest, waiting for the green light to be able to relieve some of the ache he was feeling.

"As long as you're sure. I can guide you through it, if you want," you nodded enthusiastically, scrambling between his legs so you could pull his boxers down. His dick sprang free, and you leaned forward curiously, wondering how you'd ever fit all of him in your mouth. You looked up at him before propping up on your elbows in front of him, taking his dick in your hand. He reached out to cover your hand with his before he flicked his wrist and began to touch himself, showing you how to do it silently. He moved his hand and let you take over, watching in awe as you figured out what you were doing.

"Feels so good, sweetheart," he let his eyes flutter shut and in a moment of bravery, you were taking him in your mouth. His head whipped up quicker than you could register, worried you might be in over too deep, but he let you continue as you swirled your tongue around the tip of his dick, making him hiss. You took as much of him in your mouth as you could, his hand on the back of your head to make sure you didn't get carried away. He didn't exactly guide your mouth, but he kept his hand in place to make sure you knew he was there to instruct you if you needed it.

You worked the rest of him with your hand, flattening your tongue against him so you could take the rest of him in your throat. You could tell you caught him off guard as you gagged furiously around him, making him sit up slightly so he could watch. After a minute he was finishing in your mouth, his legs shaking beneath you as he gave you every drop of himself, weaving his fingers through your hair. He struggled to catch his breath as you settled in at his side. His arms instantly wrapped around you, bringing you closer to him. You couldn't wait to give your body to him completely, to have him in the most special of ways.

"Your mouth feels better than anything I've ever experienced," he said lowly, kissing your forehead as he shivered against you. You had enjoyed yourself so much that you were already anticipating the next time you got to touch him; you loved the way he couldn't keep still, the way he was powerless to you as soon as you had him in your mouth.

"I want to try everything with you," you said confidently, and he chuckled in response, pulling you into his lap.

"I can make that happen. You have no clue how special it is to me that you're going to let me be your first," he captured your lips, his hands cupping your sides. You could tell he was trying hard not to touch you, but you didn't hold back one bit. Your fingers grazed his shoulders, his chest, every inch of his skin that was visible. He laced your every thought, and you needed more of him. You wanted to beg him to make love to you, to spread you open and take you as his own, but he'd never give in, not since he had decided to wait, even if he wanted you just as badly.

"Whenever it happens is entirely up to you," you told him, giving him complete control over the situation. You'd let him take the lead because he was best at it—you'd never seen someone more in charge.

"I was thinking tomorrow night I could take you out on a real date."

Your chest fluttered as you nodded, because now you had it to look forward to. It was going to happen so soon, but still it seemed so far away.

"I'd like that a lot."

✨✨✨

He'd dropped you off that morning so you could get ready, and you both agreed that as soon as you were dressed and ready to go, he'd come back and pick you up. He was off for a couple of days and he wanted to spend it all with you, as much of it as he could. He didn't like being away from you, not if he could help it.

You had already decided on a strappy red dress and heels, doing your hair and makeup a little more dramatic than usual. After an hour and a half, he was calling you, a bit desperate on the other end of the line.

"I miss you, baby. You almost ready?"

You were nearly finished, but you enjoyed getting to hear him squirm, anxious for the events that the night would bring.

"I'm mostly ready if you want to come get me," you could finish quickly with the time you had left, putting on a layer of lipgloss and securing the strap to your heels.

"God, I thought you'd keep me waiting," you could hear him walking to the car, slamming the door as he climbed in.

"You miss me that bad?"

He made a soft hum sound as he started the engine, and you heard the undeniable click of his seatbelt.

"I do. I always miss you when you're not around," he wouldn't pull out until he'd hung up the phone; he hated talking and driving.

"Then you better hurry up and get here," you teased, hanging up the phone so you could rush him in your direction. He only lived ten minutes away, so you were able to get everything situated with your outfit before he arrived, knocking at your door lightly to signify his arrival. He looked gorgeous in all black, the top buttons of his dress shirt undone so you got a peek at his chest.

"Look at you," you raked your eyes over him shamelessly, kissing him lightly so you didn't transfer any lipgloss to his lips. He held out a bouquet of your favorite flowers, making you squeal with delight as you put them in a vase.

"Red is your color. You're perfect," he kissed your cheek as he led you to his car, opening the door for you. You were thrilled to be going on an actual date with him, but your stomach churned with excitement as to what would happen after. You wondered if his stomach was filled with butterflies too, if he was as filled with wonder as you were to know his body on a deeper, more connected level.

Dinner was really a late lunch, but you'd already made plans to cook together later if you got hungry. You often cooked together, quickly realizing you worked well together in the kitchen instead of getting in each other's way.

The entire meal, you couldn't take your eyes off each other. You felt like the only two people in the world, secluded at your little corner table in the back of a gorgeous restaurant that had magnificent chandeliers, red velvety curtains and the most expensive silverware you'd ever seen. Aaron wasn't in the mood to admire the place you were eating though, his only focus was on you, his eyes dark and lusty the entire time you were out. By the time you left the restaurant, his hands were on your sides and he was pulling you in for a greedy kiss in the parking lot, letting his hands cup your face.

"I have a surprise for you at the house," he told you proudly, going around to the other side to get in the car. You could only sit and wonder what it was, because he offered no other clues.

"You make me feel really special," you said, taking his hand across the console as he drove you back to his apartment. He squeezed it lightly, trying to keep his eyes on the road when it was obvious he just wanted to look at you.

"Because you are. You're the best thing to happen to me in a really long time," you weren't sure what to expect when you met him, but it certainly wasn't this; you never thought you'd be getting to know him so closely, spending your every free moment with him.

"I'm crazy about you," you said finally, pulling into the driveway. He couldn't get you in the house quickly enough, leading you to the master bathroom. They were unlit, but there were candles around the garden tub, so he sat you on the counter and instructed you to lift your legs so he could remove your shoes.

"Have I finally convinced you to use the tub?" He had a massive tub with jets that went untouched because he always used the shower. You'd always tried to get him to take a bath, let it help him relax, but he always said he was able to relax more in the shower.

"I figured we could use it together. It's big enough," he ran the water to his liking and helped you to undress before guiding you in, and he joined you shortly after he lit the candles and got undressed. You waited until he climbed in and then you went to sit against him, pressing your back against his chest.

"See? This is fantastic," you mused, the warm water soothing your body, combined with his calming presence.

"Tonight's all about you," he whispered against your cheek, his hands kneading the muscles in your shoulders from behind you. You let your nails drag softly against his skin, feeling him tense up underneath you.

"I want you to have fun too," you countered, feeling him smile against your back as he kissed your shoulder blades.

"Trust me, I'm having the time of my life with you."

You soaked in the tub for a while, until the water began to turn cold. He wrapped you in a towel before grabbing one of his own, helping you to step out of the tub. Instead of getting dressed, he handed you the robe he'd gotten for you; you had one at your house too, but he thought you needed one for his place so you didn't have to bring your back and forth. You followed him to the bedroom, more candles, making the room glow almost angelically.

"All of this is for me?" You questioned, climbing on the bed, watching him cross the room to come join you. You felt the sheets, new, silk, soft and smooth beneath your touch. He was going above and beyond to make your night special.

"I just want it to be memorable for you," he lifted your leg and planted a kiss on the inside of your ankle, his towel still secure around his waist. You took off your robe and hung it on the bedpost, opening your arms for him to climb into. He let his towel fall to the floor before he crawled up your body, getting comfortable next to you. He pulled you into his lap, his fingertips lightly brushing your sides as he took you in, naked on top of him.

"I think you're perfect," you beamed, snaking your hands around his neck to pull him forward. His mouth crashed against yours, teeth clashing together at how impatient you both were to touch one another.

"I hope you stick around for a long time. We could make each other really happy," he breathed, smothering your chest in affection. His tongue swirled around your nipples, making you push your chest forward so he could continue his gentle assault on your skin. His hand rested on your lower back, holding you in place. He looked delicious in the soft light of the candle flames, golds and yellows making his skin stand out against the gray sheets.

"I'm here for as long as you'll have me, so you better get used to me," you smiled at him as he brushed your hair over your shoulder so he could kiss your neck.

"I'm already used to you, baby. There's no one else in this world that I want," he was laying you down, caressing your naked body, silently worshipping you. His mouth covered your skin, his tongue trailing down your stomach and hips before he settled in front of your thighs.

"Me either," you promised him as he dove between your legs, kissing your clit lightly before pulling it between his lips, sucking furiously. He had you close in no time, teasing your entrance with his fingers before he slipped one inside of you. You soaked his finger shortly after, begging him for more.

"I'm going to add another finger," he breathed, holding his breath as he slipped another digit into you. There was a tiny bit of pressure before it turned into pleasure, his tongue never stopping on your bundle of nerves. He curled his fingers into you, making you wiggle against the bedsheets as your orgasm took you over.

"That's it, baby. I bought these sheets for us to ruin," he said proudly, a smirk on his gorgeous face. You weaved your fingers through his hair and he let you use his mouth as you wished, directing him to where you needed him the most. He was in a state of bliss, being controlled by your hands, moaning into you as he made love to you with his mouth.

"Do you want to try? If it's too much, we can stop," he assured you, but you were ready to feel him.

"I'm ready. I'm on birth control," you told him, watching with wide eyes as he crawled on top of you, kissing you fervently, like he couldn't get enough of you. He used his hand to line himself up with you, watching carefully as he started to slide into you. There was a slight pressure as he took his time easing into you, gripping your thighs harshly as he tried to control himself. You'd never seen him more focused; his eyes were trained on your core, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Are you okay?"

You nodded and he reached for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours as he pressed further, nearly halfway inside of you. He kept going at a snails pace, inching into you tentatively so he wouldn't hurt you. By the time he filled you, the pain had subsided, and pleasure was beginning to take its place.

"I—I'm gonna move now," he decided, rotating his hips slowly, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. You let out a small whimper, and he stopped for a second until you urged him to continue, your hands on the back of his legs to pull him into you.

"Please don't stop," you pleaded with him, and as gently as possible, he started to thrust in and out of you, the pain gone entirely. He made you feel whole, complete. His eyes never left yours, boring into you as if you were the most precious thing he'd ever seen. His hand caressed your face as he tried to keep a steady pace; he didn't want to go too fast and hurt you, but you could tell it was hard for him to slow things down, and you appreciated his efforts.

"You're doing so good baby," he praised, going just a tiny bit faster. The bit in your stomach began to build rapidly, and you knew you were getting close; you could only shake and shudder as it overpowered your body, the unfamiliar feeling of his own release coming right after. It was odd at first but satisfying, because he'd trusted you enough to give that part of himself to you. His mouth was on yours immediately as the two of you panted for breath. The air was thick and heavy with tension from moments prior as he slid out of you and used a towel to clean you up, rejoining you on the bed.

"Are you okay?" He held his arms open for you to climb into, always craving to be close to you.

"I'm perfect. Thank you, Aaron. I'm so glad it was with you," you kissed his cheek, knowing this was just the beginning. Now that you weren't a virgin anymore, there were a ton of things for the two of you to try.

"I'm glad too. Now that I've had you, I can't imagine sharing you with anyone else," you could hear in his voice how badly he wanted to keep you around. He cared deeply for you, even after just a couple of weeks. He'd already began to open up to you, and now you shared an unbreakable bond; he was your one and absolute only.

"I don't want to be shared. I want to be yours," you promised him, the two of you still naked on the bed. The candles were still lit, flickering against the wall, casting a shadow across you. You straddled his lap, nuzzling into his neck. You kissed him gently, your lips dancing feather light against his already sensitive skin.

"I want to keep you forever," he whispered, making your heart swell in your chest. You loved the idea of forever with him, finding out everything about him.

"Forever sounds good to me."

✨✨✨

You woke up before he did, slipping from beneath his arm to make a pot of coffee. It was sleeting, but it wasn't sticking to the ground that you could tell. It was freezing, so you added wood to the fire, making sure it stayed warm. You wanted to let Aaron sleep as long as possible, because the two of you had a lot planned for the day. You were setting up the nursery to your liking, and hoping it didn't cause an unwanted argument. A baby was a sensitive topic, but you were hopeful that things would work out fine this time around.

You made breakfast, wanting to surprise him for when he did wake up. By the time he was stirring, you were finishing up his omelette, pouring him a cup of coffee.

"Good morning, sugar."

"Good morning, baby. I made you breakfast," he sat down at the bar, his hair a mess on his head. For a moment, he just stared at you across the bar, a serene smile resting on his face.

"I love it when you make me breakfast."

You sat down and joined him, drinking your coffee while he ate. You were eager to start painting, to make your vision come alive for your future baby. You couldn't help but wonder how he'd look at you when you were pregnant, with a baby bump and a radiant glow.

"We're still working on the nursery today, right?" He was just as ready as you were, making sure that plans were still the same.

"That's the plan."

Half an hour later, you were rearranging furniture so you could paint the walls and Aaron was taping off the ceiling. He started on one side and you began on the other, working tirelessly until you'd met in the middle. You did a second coat and half of the day had managed to fly by, so you took a break for lunch.

"I think the gray is a good gender neutral color. We can do an accent wall later if you want, but I think it's perfect the way it is," he put his hands on his hips and admired your handiwork, taking a step back so he could look over the entire room. He was absolutely tickled that it had turned out the way you wanted, and you were happy that despite your struggles, you still got it done. The room had felt like an unbearable weight on your shoulders, and you hadn't wanted to step foot inside. Now, you weren't so easily scared, even though the crib in the corner haunted you occasionally. You were hopeful that eventually, you'd end up having a little mixture of the two of you running around.

"I like it too. I think we did a really good job," you hugged his waist, met with his hand gripping you back firmly at your side. He leaned down to kiss you, his hands moving to your waist.

"Thank you for doing this with me. I know being in here is hard for you."

You froze because you hadn't realized it was so obvious, your disdain for being in the nursery.

"Why do you say that?"

He hugged you tightly because he understood. He knew what kept you out of that room and why, because he felt it too.

"Because it still bothers me, so I can only imagine what it does for you, sugar. I know it isn't easy. I know how badly you want to be a mother. One way or another, I'm going to make that happen for you. I promise."

You didn't want to let him go. You were filled with emotion, with gratitude that he appreciated you enough to tell you that he felt your pain. He'd hurt you but he was also trying to heal you, piece by piece. You'd give him the chance because you loved him too much to let him go again.

"I love you Aaron. It is hard but mostly it just makes me feel like a disappointment. I know how much you want to be a dad and I just wish I could give you that."

He shook his head, cradling you in his arms.

"You're not a disappointment. It's nothing you're doing wrong, baby. We can keep trying and if it doesn't work, we'll go from there. We didn't try long last time," he reminded you again, and he was right. You'd only given it about a month of trying beforehand and you'd been unsuccessful. The plus side was, you had all the time in the world to try now that you were back together, and you hoped he wouldn't give up on you.

"You're right. I just get so scared. I don't want it to come between us," your voice quivered as you let your biggest fear be known. Losing him would be hard enough, but him leaving over a baby would destroy you inside.

"I swear it won't. We tackle this together, no matter what."

His confidence was unwavering as he led you to the kitchen to make dinner. The two of you decided to cook together per his request. It had been a long time since you'd done it, and it used to be a daily thing. You washed your hands and set to work chopping veggies while he worked at the stove. You shuffled your music and let it play on the counter, swaying lightly to the beat as you worked.

"The weather is supposed to clear up in the next couple of days. I can't wait to bring my stuff up," he was excited to move back in, and you were too, the transition would be a lot easier with both of you making the leap at once.

"You're sure about moving back in together?" You didn't want to seem doubtful but he'd been sure once before and changed his mind just as quickly. You were terrified of losing him again, because you were already making memories and promises to one another that you needed to be kept, for your sanity's sake.

"I've never been more certain. I understand why you asked though. I don't have a very good track record of keeping my word."

That hadn't always been true; he'd only disappointed you once, but it was enough to break the seal of trust that had been established. You were finding it again, but to regain it fully would take time.

"I'm just afraid of getting my hopes up and being alone again."

He turned around long enough to give you a sympathetic look before he was wrapping his arms around you from behind, kissing the top of your head.

"I'm sorry I hurt you so badly sugar. I hope you know how much I regret it. I don't want to do that to you again. I know it'll take a lot more than saying it for you to believe me, but I'm going to show you that I can be the person you deserve."

He'd always been someone to be desired; you were surprised that more women weren't calling his phone rather than just Beth. He was charming, astoundingly handsome, and his determination was something to be admired. You had been crazy about him from the very first night, and you knew deep down you always would be.

"I really want this to work. You have no idea how much I hated the thought of selling this place. We had our whole future planned out here."

He was back at the stove but dinner was almost finished. He was making two plates so you sat at the bar and waited on him.

"We're already off to a great start. This place looks brand new and you have the kitchen you always wanted."

It was slowly turning into your dream home, little by little. You knew by the time you finished, it would be the perfect place to settle down, despite its history. You were putting that behind you to move forward, more concerned with what the future now looked like than the idea of it before. You were different people now, more mature and ready in a lot of ways that you weren't prepared for the first time.

"There's only the bedroom left to do," you were hoping to start on it tomorrow if he was up for it, because it would take the longest to do.

"And when spring time gets here, you can plant all the flowers you want, just like you were going to before." He stood up to pour you both a glass of wine, before leading you to the couch. He added wood to the fire and you got warm, the sleet outside stopping altogether, but bringing in a slight chill through the night. After tomorrow, you'd be able to drive and the real fun would begin.

"I have really high hopes for this place. Remember to ask Derek about an office addition," you reminded him, your own ideas coming to life as you imagined the potential the house held.

"I can see the gears turning in your head. What's on your mind?"

You couldn't help but blurt out the first thing you'd thought of.

"A playroom. With a big chalkboard wall and a rocking horse, downstairs," he put his arm around you before he finished the remainder of his wine, pouring another glass from the bottle on the table.

"I suppose a play room would be essential given the lack of living room space. Would you be willing to stay home with the baby? I wouldn't want you working, it would be a lot of stress on you."

It was the first conversation you'd had about what would happen to your career if you had a baby. You didn't mind giving it up; it was a more than fair trade in your opinion.

"I wouldn't mind staying home. Imagine how smart our baby would be if I could spend all of my time with them," you couldn't help but think about spending your days toddling around outside exploring with a rambunctious kiddo, constantly on your toes.

"I think you were made for it. You'd be such a great mother," hearing him say it out loud only made you want it more. You knew he'd be a terrific parent, you had no doubts. The two of you together would be an unstoppable pair, completely devoted to your child.

"We're going to be great parents. We just have to give it a little time."

✨✨✨

"I'm serious, you should quit it. Let me give you a baby," you were laying in his bed, tossing around the idea of pregnancy, if it appealed to you or not. You'd been together over a year now, more than comfortable with each other. You'd talked about a baby often lately, and you couldn't help but think about what a joy motherhood would be.

"If you're sure, I'll quit," you decided, giving him plenty of space to change his mind if he wanted. You didn't want to move forward unless he was absolutely certain, because a baby was a big step. You'd just recently started living together in his apartment, but you were toying with the idea of a bigger place in the very near future.

"I've been reading about the side effects. You've been on it a long time, yeah?"

You'd been on the pill since high school to help with acne and breakouts, regulating your period, that sort of thing, and it wasn't a big deal if you missed one. When you met Aaron, all of that changed because once you started having sex, it was crucial that you remembered it. You hadn't had a scare yet thankfully, but now he was suggesting actively trying, quitting altogether.

"Almost ten years. I should probably apologize in advance for how moody I'll be," you giggled, knowing that you'd probably cycle through every mood possible until you were adjusted.

"Should I take off work for a couple of days while you're getting used to it? I will," he assured you, but you shook your head. You didn't want him missing work for cramps and a couple crying episodes.

"I'll be okay. You don't have to miss work over it," you promised him, but that night, he left for seven days after convincing you to quit taking it, and by the day he finally did arrive, you were miserable, missing him terribly. He'd been so busy he hadn't called in two days, and he wouldn't until there was a break in the case. He was too focused, his mind trained at work knowing you were safe at home. You wore one of his t-shirts, laying in bed with a heating pad on your stomach. You were cramping like crazy, and the heating pad was the only thing that seemed to help. You were watching one of your favorite movies when the phone rang, and his name flashed across the screen.

"Miss me yet?"

"I've been wondering where you were," you were happy to hear from him, even if it was only for a short bit. He never called for long when he was on a case.

"I'm leaving the airstrip now. I'll be home in half an hour," you immediately perked up, sitting up in bed despite the sharp pain in your stomach.

"I can't wait to see you," you breathed, although it sounded strained, and he took notice of it.

"What's wrong, baby? You sound hurt," you heard the slamming of his car door and his engine roar to life, so you briefly explained what was happening, and what you were doing to fix it.

"I'll be home soon. Don't move a muscle until I get there," he sounded serious so you stayed out, only moving to get more comfortable. You were only in your underwear and his t-shirt which was pretty normal at any given time of the day. He loved it when you wore his clothes, especially if that's all you were wearing.

By the time he arrived, he was slamming the door and coming straight down the hall, sitting on the bed next to you so he could hug you. He held you right, careful not to hurt your stomach, a soothing hand rubbing your back.

"What can I do, baby? Tell me how I can help," he was already shedding his coat and tie so he could get comfortable, letting his pants and belt clatter to the floor. He swiftly unbuttoned his shirt and crawled into bed with you, letting you lean against him.

"Just hold me. I missed you so much," you couldn't help the sudden surge in emotion now that he was back in your grasp. The tears came unexpectedly, falling from your skin to his, making his tilt your face upward.

"Oh, baby, don't cry. I'm here now," you couldn't explain to him that the tears were because you were so happy to see him, you'd been alone for a week and your hormones were raging up a storm.

"Just happy you're here. I am an emotional wreck," you warned him, and he only cuddled into you more, making sure your heating pad was placed in the middle of your stomach.

"Would a bath help? We can go take one together," he'd been more keen on the idea of baths after you convinced him the first time. It was become a weekly occurrence, usually when he was just back home from a case. He didn't want to admit it, but soaking in the tub was just as soothing for him as it was you.

"Mhm. Let's go," you let him lead you to the bathroom and as he ran the water, you started to undress, stopping halfway when he came to help you. He lifted your shirt over your head and helped you step out of your panties before he had you climb in. You sat to one side, waiting for him to get in after you, and then you sat between his legs, leaned against him. You'd do that under the water turned cool and the both of you started to prune up.

"Feel better already," you told him as the water filled up around you, encompassing you in warmth. Everything felt much more peaceful when Aaron was home; you were still hurting but nowhere near as badly as before, and your emotions were beginning to level out.

"I'm sorry I was gone so long, sugar. I know it's not easy. I'm thankful every time I come back home and you're still here." His fears were always centralized around losing you, coming home to find that it was too much for you, that you'd decided to go. You'd never walk out on him, though, despite his job making you lonely more often than not. You were excited to try for a baby because it meant always having someone else around, someone to spend your lonesome days with.

"You don't ever have to worry about that. I'll always be here, no matter how long you're gone." It was a bittersweet trade off, because when he was home, you had his undivided attention, but you were lucky to see him on the weekends, and sometimes you didn't even see him then. There were times he was gone for two weeks or more, and unless you heard from him, you just had to assume that he was okay, and that he'd call when he could. It was an exhausting game to play sometimes, especially when you wanted nothing more than to hear from him and it wouldn't happen for two or three days.

"I love you. You make me want something more than the BAU. You make me want something much slower," you weren't sure what he meant, but he was quick to explain.

"I've been thinking about stepping out of the field for a bit. If we're going to try for a baby, I'll need something more stationary."

You could feel the pounding of his chest, but his voice was unfaltering. He seemed to have his mind made up.

"What do you mean, Aaron? You love your job," you sat up so you could turn around and look at him, but he shook his head lightly, sighing heavily.

"But I love you more, and if we want to have a family, I need to be around." This was the first you'd heard about him slowing down, so you assumed he'd decided when he'd been gone for the week. It was a lot to deal with but you were handling it well.

"I'd never ask you to leave." That you were certain of, he'd been at it since long before you came around.

"You're not asking me. I'm telling you, as of today, I'm home for a while."

You raised an eyebrow at him as he explained he was taking his Annual Leave so the two of you could house hunt, and he'd be home for the next two weeks. After that, he wasn't so sure if he was returning to the BAU. He was indifferent, even though you urged him not to give up his career.

"So I have you to myself for two whole weeks?" You were thrilled that he was home for a bit, that he'd get to fall asleep and wake up with you. That was important to him, and it didn't happen as often as you'd like it to.

"Two weeks of doing whatever you want, but we're house hunting at some point. We need some place bigger," he suggested, telling you that you'd start looking the following day, when you weren't trying to relax.

"Still seems surreal to me that I have you," he murmured lightly, his nose brushing yours before your lips met. It was the kind of kiss you didn't get very often, tender but possessive, his tongue slipping past your teeth. Your hands cupped his face and just like that you were lost in one another, water sloshing in the tub as he situated you on his lap. You'd tried tub sex once before and nearly flooded the bathroom, so you knew not to attempt it again. You'd tease him until he couldn't take it anymore, and he had to drag you from the tub.

"Get used to it. You'll always have me."

It isn't anything that you've done. You've been the most supportive partner I could've asked for, but I can't ask you to take it anymore.

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Safe and Sound -Aaron Hotchner

“Come morning light…you and I’ll be safe and sound”

WARNING: smut, typical case talk, violence, sweetboy!Hotch, pregnancy mention, angst over Emily.

8 weeks EIGHT is how long you have gonewithout seeing your man.

Aaron was in Pakistan leading a task force. He got a couple of hours every couple of days to talk to you and Jack but you wanted him to focus all his attention on his son.

You met Hotch almost 2 years ago he was your neighbour and the first moment you seen eachother both of you could feel the chemistry between eachother.

You hung out a couple of times and Aaron being an old romantic took you on the sweetest of dates.You had the most intense connection with him and the sex was MINDBLOWING.

He knew how to please and being a profiler he knew your body well. You were absolutely head over heels and you moved in with him and Jack after a year of being together. You had already met the team and you had gotten close to them especially to the girls.

Emily was gone, possibly the biggest blow to the team even more so than Gideon because the team knew he was alive. Ian Doyle was responsible for the death of Emily and Morgan and Hotch were trying to do everything in their power to bring him down until…..

With the team being downsized, Hotch was assigned to lead a task force in Pakistan and when he told you, you wanted so bad to ask him to stay but even you knew how the brass were. So until then you awaited the inevitable.

The night before:

You wanted to make this night special so you took a trip to Victoria secret with Pen to get something special. You bought a dusty pink baby doll set with matching garters (Aaron had a thing for stockings)

You even went to a salon and got your hair done . You wanted this man to remember you for however long he was gone on this assignment. He deserved it. Aaron oozed sexiness and authority and was so attentive to you and those around him and sometimes he needed to be cared for.

You got home around 4:30, took a bath and shaved and moisturised every part of your body. Hotch would be home by 8. He had gone to the office to work out a final few things before he went away. You made Hotchs favourite meal Chicken Alfredo. Jack was here so you kept the sexiness to the minimum. You gave Jack his dinner and he was sitting in the living room watching cartoons. Jack could be hard to read not unlike his father and you didn’t know how he was gonna take his father being gone but you knew you had to be there for him.

The door opened and you heard Hotch walk in and drop his case on the chair next to the door. You felt a flutter in your tummy and then you seen him. Black suit, blood red Gucci tie, tight slacks that showed off his cute butt. You almost salivated.

“Hey Sweet Girl” he said as he embraced you.

“Hey baby” you replied wrapping you hands around his neck giving him a quick kiss, he deepened it of course.

“Mmm you taste good…”he dipped you slightly as his tongue ran across your lips.

You almost gave in.

“Aaron your son is still up. I have plans for us later but right now it’s family time” you giggled as he tickled your sides.

The two of you made your way to Jack in the living.

“Dad!” Jack shouted as he ran and hugged his dad.

“Hey Buddy, How was your day?” He asked.

“Good, Y/N said that I could take a couple of days off school when you leave in case I’m sad” he looked at his father.

“Yeah, that’s okay Jack and you know I’ll be back in no time, plus you get to spend lots of time with Y/N and Jess” he smiled.

“Cmon, you two let’s wash those hands and have some dinner”

The three of you all ate together and watched a movie and pretty soon Jack was snoring beside the two of you.

Aaron took him to bed and spent a little time with him, while you prepared the bedroom. You filled up the tub and put soothing oils and some suds. You left a trail of rose petals from the door of the bed room to the tub and got in waiting for your man to arrive.

Soon you heard the noise of his feet approaching the bedroom door and a contented sigh left his lips.

“What are you doing in there baby?”He said walking into the bathroom. He gazed over you hungrily as your chest barely rose above the bubbles, your legs crossed dangling at the side of the tub.

“Wow, you are…..WOW.” he sighed.

“Daddy, C’mon you and I only have 18 hours left until you are half way across the world get those off” you gestured pointing to his clothes.

He quickly rid himself of his clothes and joined you in the tub and it was night you would never forget.

Present Day:

You woke up yet again with a little dip beside you in the bed. Jack had joined you in bed again and was currently snuggling one of Aarons t-shirts. He had trouble sleeping every since Aaron had left and to be honest so did you.

You sat up and ruffled Jacks hair to wake him up but as you did you felt a sudden urge of sickness wash over you. You flew to the bathroom and threw up the contents of last nights midnight snack.

“Are you okay Y/N” Jack called from outside the door.

“Yeah Jack buddy I’m good” you sat up fixed yourself and made your way back out to Jack.

The two of you made breakfast and you got Jack ready for school before you went to work Jess would be collecting Jack and taking him to her house for the weekend. So you arranged a night in with the BAU girls to catch up.

You heard a knock at your door and were surprised to see JJ, Penelope and Reid.

“I hope you don’t mind me intruding on your night” he said with a small wave.

“No Spence not at all” you smiled back. Ever since Emily he has been having a hard time and JJ and Pen have been so good to him.

The night was going good, full of laughs and wine and good food. However when everyone was on their 3rd glass you were still on your first but you just couldn’t drink it the smell and the taste seemed so off but you just thought you were crazy. It didn’t take long for the team or profilers to notice.

“What’s going on with you? You’ve been nursing that glass of wine all night” JJ asked.

“I’m not sure I wasn’t feeling well this morning and now certain things smell off” you replied.

JJ and Penelope shared a look.

“YOU’RE PREGNANT!” Reid shouted.

“W-hat what do you mean, I- can’t be” you exasperated.

8 weeks ago:

You and Aaron had moved from the tub you asked him to wait for you while you put on the new lingerie you bought.

The look he gave you when he seen you made your legs buckle.

“ How am i gonna live without you” you asked

You’ll manage, he gestured to the drawer full of your sex toys.

“ I on the other hand don’t know what I’m going to do without this” he said entering you at the same time

You let out a moan as he started thrusting deep and slow.

“Baby just remember when you reach for that drawer none of them can make you feel as good as I can” he said with confidence.

All you could do was let out another moan and he left you completely speechless at this point.

“I love you so much Y/N” he said and you knew he was closing in on his orgasm but his movements.

“I love you too Aaron” you grabbed the sides of his face and looked into his eyes at the same time you came.

He went to pull out and cum on your belly but you stopped him.

“ I want you full of me, please fill me with cum Daddy I need it” you sighed.

“Okay Princess” he thrusted a few more times before you felt his hot cum painting your walls.

Neither of you even thought of the possibilities.

Present Day:

“Hey Y/N are you there” you heard JJ ask.

You were brought back to the present and remembered everything that happened that night. You could be pregnant.

“Remembering the night your baby was conceived.?” Penelope asked laughing.

“Guys, what am I gonna do I don’t know if I’m ready I don’t know if Aaron wants this….” You started to panic.

“Relax, you don’t even know if you’re pregnant let’s just get a test

“I’ll go get one” Reid offered

“What?” All three girls said in unison

“What? You’re my friend and you were there for me when Emily-” he stopped.

“Thank you Spence” you said hugging him.

Spencer went to the local Walmart near your apartment and soon came back with various types of tests digital and not.

You drank a bottle of water in preparation and went to the bathroom alone to take the tests.

You left the bathroom while waiting for the results.

“What do I do if it’s positive, what if I’m not ready, what if Aaron doesn’t want a baby” Do I tell him or keep it a surprise.” you started to cry.

“Woah woah, slow down Aarons gonna be there for you no matter what and so will we” Penelope grabbed you in a hug.

5 minutes passed and you went back to the bath room and flipped the three tests…

Pregnant 4+ two lines Pregnant

You looked at the tests and placed a hand on your stomach. You were having Aarons baby, you and him had created a life together and now he was half way across the world not knowing when he would be home. But you couldn’t help but smile.

You walked back out of the bathroom, the three of them waiting for you.

“Im pregnant” you revealed and began to cry

You were brought into a hug by Penelope and JJ.

6 or so months later:

“You need to come into the office it’s about Emily”

You placed your hand on your protruding belly protecting your little girl. Yes, you were having a girl and you had decided to keep it a secret from Aaron as you knew he would fly home the minute he found out and this task force was important.

You made it to the office an hour later waddling towards the bull pen.

“There you are” Penelope grabbed you in a hug being mindful of your belly.

“Wow Mamma you are the cutest pregnant lady I’ve seen” Morgan flirted.

“You know if Aaron heard you say that, you’d be getting that famous glare” you replied back laughing.

“ I heard him” you heard from behind you and suddenly you froze. It’s not possible it couldn’t be. You turned around..

“Hi Baby” Aaron looked at you shocked at the size of your belly. You stood there for a moment before you ran towards him almost tackling him in a hug. You grabbed his face and kissed him so passionately. 7 months was a LONG time.

“Omg I can’t believe it’s actually you” you said kissing all over his face. You suddenly remembered the elephant in the room.

Aaron raised his eyebrow at you looking down at your belly.

“ I was gonna tell you but I knew you would come home and this task force was important.” You sighed looking at him.

“It’s okay sweetheart, I knew” he laughed

“Stupid Profilers” you replied

“It actually wasn’t me being a profiler it was actually just me kind of being a creep when we’re on facetime , noticing your boobs were bigger…..and of course your face was glowing” he finished nervously.

You later learned that Aaron was back because the team had closed in on Ian Doyle the man responsible for killing Emily. You sat the back of the round table room when Aaron said….

“7 months ago I made a decision that affects this team”

You had later learned that Emily was alive and later had a tearful reunion with her. The team found Declan alive and unfortunately Ian Doyle was killed in the cross fire.

You waited for Aaron to come back in the office because you couldn’t bare being away from him. And you suddenly remembered Aaron had a beard and you felt a throb in your core in response. You hadn’t even had time to take in how good in actually looked. Damn pregnancy hormones.

He soon returned and you all decided to go home and reunite for dinner tomorrow in Rossi’s mansion.

When you made it home the nervous energy was palpable and the both of you just wanted to pounce on each other but Jess was waiting with Jack inside the apartment. You watched the sweet reunion with father and son and let them have their time together.

“Dad have you seen my baby sister” you heard him say pointing to the sonogram on the refrigerator.

“No Buddy why don’t you show me her” he replied.

You never actually mentioned to him you were having a little girl.

Soon Jess went home and Aaron put Jack to bed. So you ordered takeout and got him a glass of wine.

He sat down beside you in the living room with a sigh and looked at you smiling.

“ I can’t believe you aren’t mad at me” you laughed

“How I could I be baby when you’re carrying a little you in your belly.” He said grabbing your tummy.

“Hi Baby Girl, I’m your Daddy (well there goes that name out of the bedroom) I know I haven’t been around but I swear I’m here and I’m never gonna go away” he said and you felt a tear drop on your belly.

“Aaron Oh sweetheart it’s okay” you ran your hand through his hair and he wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m so happy I never thought that I would have this new dad feeling again. Thank you so much for giving me another chance”

You kissed him in reply and it quickly got deeper, he got up from the couch and grabbed your thighs and hoisted you up and you wrapped your thighs around him the best you could.

“Aaron, you’ll put your back out lifting my fat ass” you laughed.

No, baby I won’t besides I lifted weights in my down time in the camp” he replied placing you on the bed in the bedroom and flexing his muscles.

You almost came right there….

“Wow you gained an ego in Pakistan” you replied cheekily.

“I’ll show you an ego” he said crawling on top of you.

What a reunion…..