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[westernbitch]

Of course I've heard the new Hozier EP...

|| Too Sweet ||

Frank Castle x reader

It's the blood wet on your skin that does it. His blood. It smears and taints you as you pull the knot tight and cut the final stitch free by the soft light of your bedside lamp.

He screws his eyes closed for a few seconds but when he opens them again you're still there, carefully cleaning the wound, wiping the blood away trying not to make it sting as if that kind of soft pain is remotely worse than what he's already endured on his grisley crusade. It's almost ridiculous, how gentle you are despite everything. How even in the early hours, you welcome him without question in to your home, your bed, your arms.

Somehow, you're able to lift the heavy weight of all his past and future and hold him in the clear simplicity of now.

You're putting away the bandages and needles, and now, as you apply the soothing salve of your kisses on his dirty, battle-worn skin, Frank can't cope. He doesn't deserve the honesty in your love. You give and he takes and yeah, he tries his damndest to give it back, but what he's got is charred, broken, and corrupted. It doesn't match. Its been so long since he's had something close to that, and he's only seeing this for the first time like some kind of fucked up epiphany.

He pinches the thick bridge of his nose as if waking from a nightmare, but it's the opposite.

Your eyes search for the problem, another thing for you to fix with your gentle touch and he can't stand it.

"Don't need to do this." He says, head shaking slowly from side to side as you meet him with a puzzled look.

"Frank, I'm not letting you run around bleeding out-"

"No, that's just it. You don't need this kinda shit from me. You've got your own life and things to care of. You don’t need this, dont need me."

He's acting like a spooked dog. You don't know where all this fear has come from so suddenly. You place your hand on his face, cupping his jaw and making him see that you mean what you say, not for one second letting him cower away and hide.

"What if I do need you, huh? You ever think about that? What I want?" You ask him.

Frank still struggles to meet your eyes. "I-I ain't no good, sweetheart... I've done things I ain't proud of, things you shouldn't even know about.'

"But I do know about them, and look, Frank, look! I'm still here with you."

"It ain't right though, layin' that kind of shit at your door."

To hell with that, you think.

"I know it ain't a competition, but I can be just as nasty. I can roll around in the dirt and get my hands dirty if I need to, you know that. Too sweet? C'mon Frank, I'm no princess."

"It ain't all that-"

"Then what? Do you want out?"

You definitely didn't see this coming.

"No, 'course not."

"Then tell me."

He hesitates.

"You're too sweet f'me." He finally says quietly.

You can't help but laugh.

"Frank Castle, the day I'm too sweet for you will be the day I stop drinking coffee. And that's never just in case it isn't clear."

You catch the slight ghost of a smile picking up the edge of his mouth.

"I'm serious." You say.

You swing your leg over his, settling in his lap and hooking your arms around his neck. You'll make sure he gets the message alright.

"Let me show just how sweet I am..."

~ Please reblog if you liked my writing! Thank you 💕

[westernbitch]

Bucky x Reader : He holds you in a metal chokehold while fucking you from behind. (smut, choking)

He is sick with conflict, possessive emotions fester in him while he molds his front to your back, his cock nudges around your ass cheeks, to your sleek mound until he gasps as he guides his sticky cockhead glides through your delicate folds. He doesn’t say anything as he slips inside you, burying himself to the hilt. There is a certain satisfaction in pounding you from behind as the metal arm tightens around your nape, holding you close to him. Your walls are squelching around as you hear him murmur his voice as sweet and rich as honey. And his lusty grin when he says curses in Russian, it is sinful—and pleasurable, drawing a muffled scream from your throat as he starts to thrust more rapidly, setting a demanding rhythm.

Your sexual attraction to him has been heightened beyond measure, as much as you try to hide it, the lust is getting greater than any other feeling or emotion. Every part of him is heightened to you now...his voice included—you can’t help it as your body reacts to the stimulation, head spinning as you barely get a sip of oxygen despite your gasping.

It’s the closest thing to magic for him—teeth dragging against your neck, living marks, his consciousness vanishing and deforming itself into something primal, there is a delicious animal fire in his gaze which he is glad that you can’t see.

He flexes his human fingers and tries to fight the urge to stop rubbing your clit—but then his fingers slithers over your chest, warm digits immediately finding your breasts and he starts to massage them for his own pleasure. It is a possessive gesture, and he feels a little bit possessive—but he needs to keep his fingers on your clit, rubbing, pinching the sensitive bud between his fingers. So he does. He imagines the sinful sight each time he buries the length of his cock all the way inside you, shaft slick and wet and glistening when he pulls it out, only to slam himself back inside. You grip his metal arm which is gutting your vocal chords, and all you manage is a small gasp. When he loosens his grip, the rush of blood and oxygen to the brain results in an explosion of dopamine, followed by a shamelessly loud moan from your lips. “That’s it, doll—you like this?”  His voice is warm and low. Intimate.

You catch sight of him from your peripheral vision, his eyes closed, his lips are silent, but he chatters with his fingertips, with the way his hand massages your clit, the way he fucks you. And you thought that he chose that position, because he is embarrassed from fulfilling your idea, but he is not—he wants to disguise from you how much he is enjoying himself. His expression is dreamy, floating. Soaked in pleasure—breathless, possessed, lost in the volcanic eruptions of fever, lust and delight. Your pussy cradles around his dick as he pounds into you from behind. It is an igniting feeling to have so much control over your body. “I love you, but I want you all to myself” His hand closes around your neck again, slowly cutting into your skin while cutting off oxygen. It is more painful than lethal, but more erotic than painful. His growls erupt from his chest, the primal noise flooding your senses, making your insides clench around his length. Your back arches as you feel an orgasm approaching, letting out a desperate moan, because you’re powerless…utterly at his mercy and that’s what makes you cum—his voice sends shudders through your body, reacting in all the right ways to the words. “Bucky-”

The moment you say his name, he is lost. Can’t control himself. You are his. Nobody else's. With that thought on his brain he let himself go. Frantically, he slams into you and you meet every thrust head-on, human fingers gripping your hip so tightly that phantom bruises appear. 

[westernbitch]

your writing has me in a freaking chokehold. are you doing requests? cuz what you reblogged got me thinking…our man with a “who did this to you” prompt 👀

PFFFFF thank you anon!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

as for requests, i don’t really advertise if they’re open/closed/etc. bc i got too many way too fast once upon a time, and it just really overwhelmed me!

i do love the “who did this to you” trope though, it’ll forever be one of my favs 🥹

i wish i could say i’d write a whole oneshot for it, but i’ve felt so stuck recently with fanfic (university, living abroad, family issues…take your pick at what might be making me feel stuck lmao)

so, with all that, thank you for reading, so glad my writing has you in a chokehold 🤪🥰

[westernbitch]

hi!! I was wondering if you could maybe write an age gap (legal obv) with female!reader × dean winchester where the reader is like in her 20s and dean's in his 40s :) just some rough smut with choking and hair pulling and spitting (if you're comfortable with it) and dean being like super "hungry" for her, like he's waited a long time for it to happen. also lots of dirty talks cause i absolutely love them hahah :) anyways im in love with your writing and all your stories! thanks a lot! <3

thanks for the request! this was fun to write <333

here’s the link to the fic.

it’s pretty long bc it has plot before the smutty. lol

[westernbitch]

Meanwhile in the conference room:

Garcia: *Taps table with her nails.*

Spencer: *Taps back.*

Hotch: “What are they doing?

Morgan: “They are talking in Morse code.

Spencer: *Aggressively taps table.*

Garcia: *Slams the table.* “YOU TAKE THAT BACK.”

[westernbitch]

Kinktober day 5 - Aaron Hotchner

my brain is staring to resist so idk how many more I'll actually be able to post but they'll be shorter now at least.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Prompt: Size difference

Warnings: 18+, short!reader, rough sex, a little breeding kink

Words: 538

Can also be read on AO3!

Kinktober masterlist. Regular masterlist.

Aaron had been a blessing in disguise, coming into your life during rough times and supporting you. He was the sweetest man ever and you loved him with your whole heart. There were many qualities you loved about Aaron but if you were honest -and maybe a bit shallow- the difference in heights was your favorite. 

The way he could just lift you up and carry you around. Give you piggyback rides when your feet are tired. The way he could manhandle you, dragging you to bed or pushing you against a wall, and just take what he needed from you. You loved it.

Aaron's body covered your writhing frame, swallowing you in his embrace as he fucked you into the mattress. His chest was pressed against your back, pressing you further into the bed. 

His hips thrusting wildly into you and his big hands were holding onto your hips, pulling you back on his cock. 

He angled your hips up to thrust even deeper into you. Your chest pressed to the bed while he was using you like a fuckdoll.

You were limp in his grasp, all you could do was lie there and take it. Whimpering and whining under him as he hit your g-spot over and over again. 

His whole presence overtook you. Hands holding onto your waist and hips. The hairs on his chest rubbing deliciously against your back. His filthy whispers directly into your ear. 

"Good girl, such a good girl for me. Taking all that I give you." His voice was hoarse and heavy with pleasure. 

Moaning as his hands found their way to your front, playing with your clit. "Yes! God, yes! Please Aaron, please~" 

Groaning as you clenched hard around him, he quickened his pace. Fucking into you even faster and rubbing tight circles on your clit. "You wanna cum? Want me to breed this tight pussy? My perfect doll wants me to fill her up?" 

Your grip on the sheets became tighter as you felt your stomach tighten at his words. You were practically drooling on the pillows and you were so close to cumming. He was so incredibly deep inside you.

Sounds of heavy breathing, skin colliding with skin and both of your moans were filling the room. You could feel Aaron's hips stuttering in their pace, telling you he was close too.

"Please, baby. Fill me up, need your cum so bad." 

Aaron bit down on your shoulder, almost drawing blood. With a few more thrusts you felt the coil snapping inside you and you flew over the edge of pleasure, he kept rubbing you through it.

Feeling your walls clenching and pulsing on his cock sent him over at last. Spilling his warm seed deep inside you with a loud moan that sounded like your name. 

Still pumping into you making sure you were nice and full of him, he kissed all over your back before pulling out. Taking a second to watch his cum drip out of you. 

"That one is for sure gonna take. I can't wait to start a family with you." You couldn't see him but you knew he had a big smile on his face as you hummed back at him.

[westernbitch]

DAY 27: Stress Relief — period sex w/dom!aaron hotchner

KINKTOBER 2023: masterlist

summary: Your hot, older boss, who’s been protective of you since day one, helps to remedy your stress when he finds out your time of the month has come.

pairing: dom!fwb!aaron hotchner x sub!fem!reader

warnings/mentions: mention of periods (obv), along with blood but it's nothing crazy, use of a condom and small mention of latex, very heavily implied age gap, reader is very shy, vaginal sex, piv sex, hip/thigh gripping, fondling, use of my love, angel, honey, sweet girl, and princess, reader is fucked dumb but also not rlly, hotch is super doting but there's some teasing, too, lots of praise, SO much slowburn i'm sorry lol (like the first 1.5k ish words), lmk if i missed anything!

wc: 3.3k

a/n: went a little overboard with this one oops :P also i'm gonna *try* to fill in most of the gaps i've missed for kinktober this weekend, but no promises <3 hope y'all enjoy this one!

tags: @nalycandy @prettyboydrspencerreid @mega-kittyglitter-1 @mrs-ssa-hotch @boimlers-gonna-boim

You were working tirelessly in the bullpen of the BAU, when a caring, yet firm, hand landed on your shoulder.

It was that of your unit chief, Aaron Hotchner’s: And also, your lover’s. You and Aaron had been seeing each other in private for a while now, and while not officially together, you were pretty damn close to it.

The older man had taken on a calm, caring, and loving role in your pairing, always handling you in a sweet, and never hostile way.

It was a sharp comparison to the manner in which he carried himself in the field, but that was a different story, for a different time.

You usually saw Aaron everyday when work ended, you coming over his house, or vice versa. If you didn’t, you’d let the other know, and there would be some exchange of affection, at least.

But that wasn’t the case this week.

You had dozens of case files and paperwork to finish. You had work to do in general because of the main job, but even more than your team, mainly due to the way you had handled your previous case. Strauss wasn’t happy about it, and neither were you, because you had a hell of a lot of work to do now because of it.

As a result, you had been spending less and less time with Aaron, even avoiding him when you could, so he wouldn’t get a feel for your grouchy mood.

It didn’t help, also, that you were on your period.

When Aaron’s kind hand landed on your shoulder, you looked up in surprise to see him hovering above you, all packed up and ready to go home. He would usually stay a little later as the week ended, working as tirelessly as you were on paperwork.

So to seem him here, ready to pack it in for the day, was a little unusual.

“Hi,” you spoke, looking up at him with a shy expression. He could see the worn out look that your eyes held, the bags under them giving you away.

“Hello,” Aaron spoke in his calm, composed tone of voice, one you usually heard when he was addressing people in the field. It wasn’t always a bad thing, really, seeing as that’s the way he was supposed to speak.

But when he used it on you, you knew you were in for a bit of a talk.

As you’d done various times before, you moved the case files you were working on aside, so that Aaron could lean on your desk. He did so, and crossed his arms as his gaze lingered on yours.

“You want to tell me what’s wrong?” Aaron said brusquely as he looked down at you; His expression was genuine, though, as he did, and you could tell that he cared.

You looked down and away from him, letting out a heavy sigh, not prepared to have this talk with him. “What do you mean? Nothing’s wrong,” you said in a timid, low voice, avoiding the tall man’s gaze.

“Please don’t lie to me, honey. I can tell something is wrong. I’m a profiler, remember? Just like you,” Aaron reminded you, and from the corner of your eye, you could see his expression change from loving to firm.

“We’re not supposed to profile each other,” you reminded him, your tone small as you answered him. Aaron let out a little chuckle, shaking his head above you.

“Fair enough,” Aaron chuckled. “That doesn’t mean I can’t still worry for you, honey. You haven’t been yourself. I’m sure you know that.”

You gave him a shrug, not quite sure what to say in response to that. “Yeah, well—I haven’t been the best,” you admitted to him.

Your reveal caused Aaron to crouch down next to you, the way he likely had done for his son, Jack, so many times. You suddenly felt just as small, and turned your head away from him.

Aaron guided your face back to his seconds later, his dark brown eyes boring into yours. The look was sweet, though, and soft, as he put a warm hand on your thigh.

“What’s wrong, angel?” Aaron asked you curiously. You couldn’t deny the wave of butterflies that soared through your figure when he said that, and you bit your lip.

“I just have a lot of work to do, that’s all. And I’ve been—Moody,” you vaguely explained to him. You avoided using the word, “period,” for a fear of the weirded out look Aaron could give you if he heard it.

But Aaron took the words from your mouth in mere seconds, like he’d been able to do on numerous occasions. “Are you on your period, my love?”

Your eyes widened when he asked you this; Your cheeks warmed up as soon as his words finished, and you swallowed. “H- How did you know that?” you asked bewilderedly.

“Come on, princess. Do you really think I wouldn’t pick up on it? You get moody like this at least once a month, and I’ve been seeing you for seven. It doesn’t take a profiler to figure out what the cause of that is,” Aaron explained to you, rubbing his hand over your thigh. His tone wasn’t teasing, though, his words flowing from his lips in a warm manner.

You hid your face with your hands, hating, and loving, the way he could read you so easily. Aaron chuckled as you mumbled to him, “That’s so embarrassing.”

“It’s not embarrassing,” he assured you, moving his hand from your thigh to your shoulder. You’d be wondering how he was keeping his balance so well, if it weren’t for the fact that you were being so awkward. “It’s normal, and nothing to be ashamed of, honey. You’re okay.”

After a while of Aaron rubbing your shoulder, the unit chief broke the silence once again. “Is this why you’ve been avoiding me so much?” he asked.

“I have not been avoiding you,” you said to him, even if you knew you were lying through your teeth.

That was the very thing you’d been doing.

“Do you want to convince me that, or yourself?” Aaron chuckled, keeping his hand where it was on your shoulder. You shrugged.

“Okay, so maybe I have been a little bit. But it’s not you. I’ve just been so tired and stressed, and—I don’t know. I know it doesn’t make sense,” you said to him.

“It doesn’t have to make sense to me, honey. As long as it does to you, that’s fine with me. I understand,” he told you. “You need a break from work. Come on. Let me take you home.”

“No, Aaron, I need to finish these files,” you all but whined, the very idea of abandoning your unfinished work making you uneasy. Aaron chuckled and got up, holding his hand out for you to take.

“Come on, sweet girl. Don’t force me to make this an order,” Aaron said to you. You couldn’t really tell if he was joking or not.

But you weren’t about to argue with him regardless.

With a huff, you took his hand and got out of your chair. Aaron draped your coat over your shoulders, making sure you were warm. He then took you by the waist and walked you out of the bullpen, and out to his car.

Knowing you didn’t feel like driving, and promising to give you a ride to work the following day, Aaron drove you home in his car, attached to your hip until you reached the front door of your house.

“Here we are,” Aaron said as he held your hand, guiding you to your door, like you would fall if he let you go. Aaron pressed a loving kiss to your cheek, smiling down at you. “Call me if you need me, okay?”

You gave him a confused, and a bit of a sad expression when he said that. “Wh—You’re not going to stay?” you asked.

Aaron’s expression then mirrored yours, and he looked as confused as you were. His eyes glimmered, though, with what you assumed was hope in response to what you had just said. “I—Well, I didn’t think you’d want me to. I figured you needed your space.”

You shook your head at his cluelessness, sighing at the fact that he could even think that for a second. “No, I—I do want you to stay. I didn’t think you’d want to.”

Aaron chuckled, shaking his head at you and cupping your face with his hand. The heat of it engulfed you, and you nuzzled into his touch. “Of course I do, angel. You know I love taking care of you,” he murmured. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before saying, “And I always will.”

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He wasn’t kidding.

Hours later, you were curled up in Aaron’s lap after an evening of pampering from him. He had made you tea, gotten you all of the snacks you were craving, even leaving the house to do so, and gotten you changed into comfy sleepwear, but not before showering you clean first.

It was days like this that made you wonder how you had landed yourself such a wonderful man; A man who wasn’t even fully yours.

But, God, the way he handled you—Like you were a real life princess, and he was ready to serve you at any command. It was nearly impossible to comprehend.

The unit chief’s hands were tangled in your hair, playing with it as he held you there in his lap. Your face was hidden in his chest as you closed your eyes, relishing in his touch.

You had been sitting there in silence for a while, and Aaron finally broke the silence by pressing a small kiss to your forehead. “Is there anything else I can do for you, angel?” he cooed. “Anything at all that you need?”

You shook your head, lifting your eyes up to meet his soft ones as he looked down at you. “No. No, I’m fine. Thanks for being here for me," you smiled.

Both of Aaron’s hands went down to your hips, holding them in a tender manner as he smiled warmly at you. “You know I always will be, princess.”

You smiled back at him, moving closer to him to press your lips to his. Aaron responded by rubbing your back, his lips eagerly answering your kiss.

When your kiss moved from slow to passionate, Aaron moved you in his lap, so that your legs were on either side of it. He was rubbing your back as you kissed him, and you all but melted into his embrace.

You had never felt this needy for him before. Never felt this needy for one human being before.

That’s just the effect that Aaron had on you.

You were snapped back into reality seconds later when Aaron’s hands began to dance at the hem of your underwear, close, too close, to pulling them down.

You tried to move his hands away, quickly growing shy at Aaron’s move. “No, Aaron, I- I’m on my period, w- we can’t—“ you began to slur.

Aaron cut you off.

“Come on, angel. Do you really think I care about that?” Aaron cooed in a loving tone, looking into your eyes. “I won’t pressure you, princess. But I can feel your need, and I am happy to oblige you.”

“But—“

“No buts. It’s up to you. If you need me to wear a condom, I will. And if you need me to just pleasure you, then I am okay with that, too,” he whispered, cupping your cheek gingerly. “You’re not feeling good, and if I can make you feel better, I will.”

You were rendered speechless for several long seconds, unsure of how to respond to Aaron’s kind words.

Fuck, was he even real?

“Are—Are you sure?” you asked him, because you were unsure yourself about this. You had never had sex on your period before, let alone with a man who worshipped you like a goddess.

“I’m sure, princess. Say the word and I’m yours,” Aaron told you, running his thumb up and down your cheek. You gave him a shy look, and then a nod.

“I want you. I really do, Aaron, but—Only if you’re sure,” you said again. Aaron chuckled, shaking his head at you.

“How many times do I have to tell you, princess? I’m sure. Positive. Get that in your pretty head,” Aaron chuckled, causing you to smile as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Now, tell me what you want," he said.

“I—Um—“ you began, really not knowing the answer to that query. You bit down on your tongue, taking some time to think to yourself, before speaking once more.

“Well, I want to feel you, but—Can you use a condom, please? It’d just make me feel better,” you said timidly. Usually, you and Aaron didn’t use condoms very much, but you had a box of them in your house, anyways.

“Yes, honey. Go grab one for me,” Aaron smiled, kissing your lips before you got up.

Aaron took the condom from you when you came back with it, not saying another word on the matter. This is what you wanted, so that’s what he would give you.

You sat back in his lap as Aaron moved down his joggers, followed by his boxers. After what felt like years, Aaron’s cock sprung free from them, and from what you could see, he was already incredibly hard; Pre-cum leaked from his tip.

You sat in your own neediness as Aaron put the condom on, making sure that the latex reached the very bottom of his dick.

When he was finished, he gripped your hips, and pulled you to hover over him. He didn’t say a word on the blood that was so clearly in his vision; Instead, he lowered you down onto him, allowing you to take all of him.

Even after all this time, you had never gotten used to just how big Aaron was, his cock leaving you brimming with it each time you had sex.

And, as it happened, “Fuck,” was always the first word that left your lips.

Aaron chuckled at your vulgar use of language, and pulled you closer, beginning to kiss your neck. “Language, princess,” he said in a joking voice.

You giggled, biting down on your lip as you rode him. “Sorry.”

Aaron smirked up at you, but didn’t tease you more. Instead, he began to kiss your neck again, attacking it with a fervid passion.

Aaron left a trail of hickeys behind as he kissed and sucked at your neck; You were surely going to have to cover them up for work the next day.

One of Aaron’s hands went under your shirt, and with ease, unclasped your bra in one go. He discarded it to the side, as though it were the most unnecessary thing in the world, and began to circle his thumbs over your nipples.

You were worried you would hear the sound of blood as the two of you made love, but your whines and whimpers fully combatted the noise: You couldn’t hear a thing.

“There’s my good girl. You feel so good, princess,” Aaron inattentively praised you, his lips split open in pleasure. You whined in response to his words.

“You—Too,” you stuttered back out at him, your brain fogging up with the pleasure of the experience. “Mmm.”

Your eyes closed, and you leaned your head on Aaron’s shoulder as you moved yourself up and down. Aaron chuckled, bringing one of his hands away from your nipples to tangle into your hair. “What’s the matter, princess? Am I fucking you dumb?”

You let out a low whimper at Aaron’s teasing words, scrunching your face up in embarrassment. “Y- Yes, Aaron. You are.”

Aaron chuckled in response, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Good. That’s what I like to hear, honey,” he smiled.

After a while, Aaron felt the need to take over, and grabbed you by the hips once more. He flipped you over onto your back and climbed on top of you, moving into you now at a lethal pace.

“Oh,” you whispered in surprise, Aaron’s sudden change in pace causing your eyes to widen. But you weren’t complaining.

“Hm?” Aaron hummed to you, his breath warm on your nose as he moved himself into you. You shook your head in response.

“Nothing,” you murmured, earning a sly smirk from Aaron.

“Your thighs are shaking so much, honey,” Aaron whispered to you, kissing your neck again. “Relax for me, okay, princess? I’ll make you feel good," he cooed.

You felt yourself blushing as you nodded your head, surrendering to Aaron without having to think twice about it.

You were all his.

You were a hot, moaning mess under Aaron as your high approached dangerously close. Your period made you so much needier, so much more sensitive, and you were beginning to feel the effects of it.

Your expression was lewd as Aaron sensed your need, moving into you as quickly as he could, needy as you were to get you off. You were whimpering his name like there was no tomorrow, your climax burning low inside you.

“Shhh, princess, I know, I know. Almost there, honey, okay?” Aaron cooed in a loving voice as an answer to your whines, pressing butterfly kisses to your neck as he spoke to you.

All self-control fled your body as Aaron fucked you, and there was never another moment where you knew more what it was like to feel alive. Human, even.

“Please, I wanna cum. I wanna cum so bad,” you were mumbling over and over again, your speech unclear, all logical words fleeing your body.

“I know, my love,” Aaron whispered to you.

Then, Aaron did something you didn’t think would happen; He moved his hand down your body, and began to rub circles into your clit.

Immediately, you shook your head, trying to get his hand away as you realized what he was doing. “No, A- Aaron, no, the—Blood,” you all but exclaimed. Aaron shushed you with a kiss, letting his tongue slip into your mouth.

That sure as hell shut you up.

When he pulled back, his cheeks were flushed pink, and his dark hair was smeared over his forehead, stuck to it with sweat. “I don’t mind it, princess. I told you this. You need this, don’t you?”

Your eyes met his, and you nodded shyly.

“So stop it, and let me make you feel good, angel,” Aaron cooed, kissing your lips.

Your brain was too cloudy to argue back to him, and you relished in the feeling of his tongue tangled with yours, his thumb working rapid circles into your bundle of nerves.

“Aaron—!” you whined.

He had you finishing in seconds.

“Go ahead, princess. Scream for me.”

You did just that, his name leaving your lips in a way that your neighbors were going to hate. Your eyes shut with the feeling of pure bliss washing over your body, and you whined over and over again as you came down from your high.

When you were both all done, Aaron moved out from inside of you, and took the condom off. He smiled down at you, and pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Was that good?”

You didn’t see how that was even a topic of discussion. Eagerly, you nodded. “More than.”

“Good. Let’s get you cleaned up, okay, sweet girl? I don’t want you to feel messy or anything,” Aaron said in a sweet voice, running his fingers through your hair.

You nodded at the brown-eyed man, smiling. "Aaron?"

"Yes, my love?"

You giggled up at him, responding to him in a soft, shy tone of voice, "Thank you."

Aaron's face softened, and he pressed one more kiss to your cheek for good measure, smiling down at you. "Anytime."

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[westernbitch]

apologies for the lack of capitalization also this is a aaron hotchner blurb(i gotta show my old man some love too) and this is a trying for a baby blurb just because my baby fever is through the roof!!

this post is 18+

“no more! aaron- i can’t.. feels too good-“ you gasped, your head falling back onto the silk covered pillows as your legs tightened around his waist.

aaron huffed and continued to pound into your cunt, somehow faster and harder than before. he didn’t bother slowing down because he knew that you would use your safe word if you truly needed to stop.

“one more, baby. you can give me one more, can’t you?” he panted. aaron grazed his teeth over your collarbone before starting to suck a pretty little bruise on the skin. “answer me.”

his hips snapped into yours brutally, he hit that spongey spot inside of you each time he push back in and it was making it hard for you to comprehend what was being said.

“yes- i-i can do one more!”

aaron groaned when he felt your cunt clenching around his leaking cock, his hand tightened on the sheet he had fisted above your head. he was determined to pull everything out of you, he wanted to drain you for all you had and you were going to let him.

“come on, sweet girl. cum for me- cum for me so i can fill this pretty pussy with my cum.” he looked down at you, getting closer to his orgasm as he looked at your fucked out face.

“let me give you baby.” he whispered into your ear. your cunt clamped down on his cunt as you finally came, your nails dug into his skin which made him hiss from the pain. “let everyone know how much of a slut you are for my cock.”

“aaron- i love you- love you so much.” you whined, pulling him close to your chest as you babbled on. aaron thrust into you a few more times before his cock was twitching a filling your cunt with his cum, just like he said he would.

you whimpered when he slowly pulled out of you, a mixture of your cum dripping out of your hole despite how hard you tried to keep it in. aaron laid down beside you and pulled you into his chest, his arm rested over his eyes while he tried to catch his breath.

“do you think that one took?” you sat up enough to look at his face.

“i’m not sure but jack doesn’t come back until saturday, we have all day tomorrow to keep trying.” he opened his eyes and gave you a soft smile which you returned to him with your own.

“don’t worry, love. i’ll give you your baby.”

[westernbitch]

Me at 3am clicking “keep reading” on the most jaw dropping, earth shattering, pantie dropping, smutty fic when I have to be up in 3 hours

[westernbitch]

Store Worker *over the loudspeaker*: Would Aaron Hotchner please come to the front desk?

Hotch, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: *points to Spencer and Y/N*

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Spencer and Y/N: We got lost :(

Hotch: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

[westernbitch]

Orange Slices

Flufftober Day 19: Sweaters

Aaron Hotchner x Plus Size! reader

Word Count: 1.0k

AN: I know that I always write with bigger bodies in mind, but this one does mention sharing clothes and some body image stuff. If that bothers you, please protect yourself and don't read. It's still really fluffy but I just want to give a heads up.

Anyway, I love a cute little hotchner family moment and this was really fun to write. I'll see y'all tomorrow <3

divider credit @royallaesthetics

Aaron always took care of the people he loved, it was something he was incredibly good at and something you loved to witness. He took care of you, his team, Jack, and Jessica, and he had tried his best to take care of Haley until the two of them split.

One way he cared for Jack was by coaching his soccer team. He spent extra time with his son, running drills in your backyard. And Saturday mornings were pledged to soccer games. 

The best way that you could put the weather this Saturday morning was brisk. When you had gotten to the fields Jack had run away immediately after getting out of the car to go join the rest of his team. Aaron had helped you unload the cooler with halftime snacks and drinks, your folding chair, and the bag that Aaron brought when he coached full of cones and two or three extra pairs of socks and shin-pads for kids who might’ve forgotten them.

“It’s a little chilly this morning dontcha think Aaron?” You had asked, walking side by side with him, both of your arms full.

“Too cold? I can run back to the house real quick and grab you a jacket.”

“No, no. I’ll be fine it’s not that bad.”

“You sure hon?” You smiled at his concern.

“Yes, Aaron I’m sure I’ll be okay.”

You were not okay. Well at first you were, the first quarter went by kind of fast and Jack had scored a goal right off the bat so you were pretty pumped. But as time went on and things became a little less exciting you started noticing the crisp air biting at your skin more and more. It wasn’t enough for you to complain, but you did start rubbing your hands up and down your arms while you sat to try and generate some friction heat.

Aaron noticed because of course he did, it’s his job to notice and while he might not get paid to notice things about you, you’re one of the most important things in his life and he likes to keep tabs on you.

So when he sees your leg start bouncing and you beginning to blow into your hands to try and warm them up he makes his way over to you. He lets the other coach know that he’ll be right back and shouts some parting encouragement at the kids while he walks away.

“Cold?” He asks, but it’s not a question. He knows you’re cold. He knows everything about you, like how the pout you’re giving him means that you’re going to say no but you don’t mean it, you just don’t like being wrong.

“I’m fine Aaron, don’t you have a team to coach?” He notes the attempt at deflection but also notes the little puff of air that he sees coming out of your mouth when your hot breath meets the cool air.

“Take my jacket.” He starts unzipping the three-quarter zip that he bought just so that you can share. Aaron’s jackets usually don’t have a problem fitting you in the shoulder area or length but you had hated the way his coat had clung to your stomach the first time he offered it to you.

And he noticed because he always does. So the next day he went to the store and bought himself this sweater, it was a little too big for him. Not baggy enough to be noticeable, but he did have to push the sleeves up when he wore it because the cuffs on the end didn’t hold onto his wrists.

But the extra room in the sweater meant that it was perfect for you, you could share it and in moments like these, that was kind of a lifesaver.

Aaron shucked his sweater off leaving him in just a plain grey long-sleeve shirt and his black sweatpants.

“No Aaron you're gonna get cold.”

“But you already are.” Was his reply. Not even moments later did a small body crash into yours.

“Did you see that goal I scored!?” Jack’s exclamation and excitement put an end to whatever potential back and forth was about to commence and you slowly pulled the sweater over your head while Jack gave you a play-by-play of the game you had just been watching. 

“You’re doing good Kiddo, you’ve got one more half think you can do it?” You asked offering him a small red Gatorade from your cooler and an orange.

‘Course’ I can, m’ not even tired.” 

“Okay Jack, go kick butt.” He gave you one more hug and took a final swig of his drink before tossing the still-half-full bottle at you and running back out to the field. 

Aaron turned to you, “Keep the sweater hon, I’ll be fine. Promise.” He placed a chaste kiss on your forehead and went to go give the team the halftime pep talk that got them hyped for the last thirty-ish minutes of the game.

You had to admit though, that watching the second half of the game was a lot more enjoyable than previously, where you were more focused on not losing any fingers than what was going on. 

Jack played a great second half, scoring two more goals and winning it for his team. And Aaron looked great standing on the sideline, anytime you got to watch your kid have fun and check out your husband at the same time was a win in your book.

When the game ended and Jack helped you and Aaron pack up everything you’d brought, minus a few oranges, you’d all clambered into the minivan and Aaron pulled out of the parking lot. But he had gone the opposite way to your house.

“Where are we going, Dad?” Jack had asked from the back seat.

“To go get another sweater, just to keep in the car.” You had hit his arm at that and started sulking in the passenger seat. Aaron had just cracked a grin and chuckled a little at your reaction and Jack had just called out, “Can we get a hot chocolate too? I’m a little chilly.” 

At that, both you and Aaron burst out laughing.

[westernbitch]

Y/N: *holding a python* Guys, I impulsively bought a snake, what should I name him?

Sam: I’m sorry, YOU DID WHAT–

Dean: *who’s waited his whole life for this moment* William Snakepeare

[westernbitch]

a large part of dating aaron would be gently tapping his jaw as a reminder for him to stop tensing it so goddamn hard

[westernbitch]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

— After another long year, it's finally time to unwind and read some smut of your favorite characters during this month's Kinktober! So, gather around my blog, and hold on tight as I post updates daily!

Day 1: Blood Play — Sam Winchester (ft. vampire!reader)

Day 2: Breeding — Joel Miller

Day 3: Photography — Dean Winchester

Day 4: Size Kink — Jim Hopper

Day 5: Mistress Kink — Emily Prentiss

Day 6: Begging — Tess Servopoulos

Day 7: Car Sex — Dean Winchester

Day 8: Face Sitting — Daryl Dixon

Day 9: Hate Sex — Ex!Fratboy!Bucky Barnes (ft. sorority sister!reader)

Day 10: Pegging — Spencer Reid

Day 11: Office Sex — Aaron Hotchner

Day 12: Shower Sex — CDC!Daryl Dixon

Day 13: Possesion — Rick Grimes

Day 14: Love Bites — Spencer Reid

Day 15: Make-up Sex — Dean Winchester

Day 16: Overstimulation — Natasha Romanov

Day 17: Clothed Sex — Daryl Dixon

Day 18: Mutual Masterbation — Neighbor!Bucky Barnes

Day 19: Toys — Roomate!Spencer Reid (ft. camgirl!reader)

Day 20: Degradation Kink — Joel Miller

Day 21: Wall Sex — Steve Rogers

Day 22: Mirror Sex — Maggie Greene

Day 23: Dom/Sub — Sam Winchester

Day 24: Body Worship — Spencer Reid

Day 25: Window Sex — CEO!Bucky Barnes

Day 26: Voice Kink — Daryl Dixon

Day 27: Praise Kink — MILF!Wanda Maximoff

Day 28: Dry Humping — Spencer Reid

Day 29: Manhandling — Joel Miller

Day 30: Edging — Rick Grimes

Day 31: Aftercare — Aaron Hotchner

[westernbitch]

DAY ELEVEN: Office Sex w/ Aaron Hotchner

a/n: Okay, why do I kind of love this? I've been a little under the weather recently so Kinktober updates will be a little slow and probably off by a day or two but I'm trying!

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You make Aaron act out of character.

He doesn't do PDA, nor is he an insatiable man, but he often finds himself thinking of you and the curves of your soft body. 

He can barely focus knowing that there was no else in your unit besides you and him. You were down there in the bullpen tempting him with your presence, lingering at your desk doing paperwork as well. 

The clock ticked tauntingly, signaling that the time had struck 12 AM. 

He felt his hands twitch, the one clad with a pen turning almost white. There was no one else here and he needed you. Badly. Technically it wasn't unprofessional because the two of you were in a consenting sexual relationship, and it was after hours.

You couldn't focus knowing that Aaron was up there, the deep orange glow of his desk lamp bleeding through his barely opened blinds. Your core ached and your stomach tightened with indescribable need. There were only so many times that you could cross your legs and squeeze your thighs against your sex before you got restless.

You hadn't realized how deeply you'd zoned out before your eyes met with your boss's, who peered down at you from the top of the staircase.

He called your name, "I'd like to see you in my office for a moment." Was all he said before departing back through the door ajar he left ajar.

You tried to hide how fast you had gotten out of your chair, though the length in which it shot away from your person was a dead giveaway. Your shame melted away when your foot met the first step, descending up the stairwell in a hurried manner.

You hadn't even had the chance to enter through the door before Aaron's large, warm hand gripped you by your wrist, pulling you into the room before shutting the hardwood with your body.

"Aaron!" You yelped in surprise. "Need you." Was all he mumbled before slamming his lips down onto yours, hands gripping at your waist. Your eyes quickly fluttered shut, your nails digging into his hair to keep him anchored to you. 

His tongue forced its way into your mouth, nearly shoving itself down your throat in an attempt to swallow you whole. A loud whimper crawled out of your throat and into Aaron's, the man swallowing it with lustful fervor. Your lungs were constricting in pain at the lack of air, spit bubbling at the corner of both your lips due to the sloppy makeout session.

You had to yank his head away from yours to swallow lungfuls of air.

"I wondered how long it was going to take you to come and get me." You said breathlessly. "I didn't come early enough." He said with the same amount of breathlessness. "Good thing were the only ones here, huh?" You teased with a slightly wolfish smile on your face. "Yeah, good thing." He said before joining your lips together again.

He was careful as he swayed you over to his desk, carelessly knocking things out the way so he could sit you upon it. You jolted at the sound but nonetheless kept your lips locked with his, your fingers making quick work to push his suit jacket off his body. 

Your pencil skirt was tight around your thighs, but that didn't stop him from forcing it up your hips. Your panty clad lower body was now exposed to his frisky touches, a large palm coming to cup your sex.

You gasped, arching your back slightly, your grip on his tie tightening. 

"Fuck…" You whined, gyrating your hips desperately in an attempt to grind down on the skin. "That feel good, sweetheart?" He asked roughly, his voice strained with need. "So good, baby." He watched you feebly try to get friction, only to see you grow frustrated. 

"Aaron please— 'Need you to fuck me now." You begged, yanking at his tie in an attempt to undo it. His bushy brows furrowed, "Are you sure?" He asked unsurely. "Yes, I'm sure. I know you can feel how wet I am, please…" To emphasize your point, you took it upon yourself to shove his hand down your panties, the pads of his fingers gliding over your soaked folds.

"Okay, okay," He reassured you with gritted teeth, his voice strained. "I got you, honey." He could feel his self-control chip away at every exposure of your boldness. 

He unbuckled his pants, sliding the leather out of their loops before unzipping his and successfully ridding himself of his slacks. You shucked your panties down your full thighs, the lace getting caught on your high heel for a short moment before fully slipping off.

He spread open your legs.

"Goddamn, sweetheart." He murmured in fascination. The sight of your glistening labia made his cock pulse. He felt the same sense of urgency that he felt not only minutes earlier rush through him. The fire in his veins coaxed him out of his underwear, hand stroking his cock to full hardness.

"Can I?" He asked. "Yes." You breathed.

With a teasing tap of his tip to your clit, he prodded at your entrance, slowly slipping into you. You moaned loudly, nails coming to dig at his button-up covered shoulders.

"Aaron baby…" You mewled, walls clenching down on him in an attempt to suck him deeper. "Shit." He choked on a curse. He pushed farther before completely bottoming out.

"Move! I need you to move." You cried. Who was he to deny you?

Pulling out swiftly, he slammed into you. Your legs tightened around his waist as he set a brutal pace. You leaned back on your elbows, neck extended and exposed. If only Aaron could bend down to mark up your pretty, soft skin.

Your heel was hanging on by a thread on the tips of your toes, with each rattle of your body when he fucked into you threatened to knock the damn thing off.

"You look so gorgeous, honey. So fucking pretty." He groaned. The feral noise drove you closer to your end, along with each jab of his tip to your g-spot. 

"You're so deep, Aaron, fuck!" The coil in your gut was tightening dangerously. He raised your hips a bit and that sent you reeling, a pornographic moan tearing through your throat and piercing through the serene air of his office.

Usually when you got this loud in places where you could get caught, he'd slap a hand over your mouth, but he didn't bother, because there was no one there. There was something erotic and scandalous about the fact that he was fucking you in his office where he'd have meetings or interviews. 

Just thinking about the fact that no one would know what happened here besides the two of you sent his hips pistoning into you harder; his eyebrows furrowing.

"Gah! I- I'm gonna cum!" You squealed, nails attempting to grip onto the wood of his sleek, dark mahogany desk. You didn't care if there'd be marks there.

"Please can I cum?" You asked through the blinding pleasure that nipped and frayed at your nerves. You couldn't bring yourself to disobey him because of how needy and demanding you've been since you'd gotten here.

"You can cum, my sweet girl." He grunted, a bead of sweat running down his temple. 

With a few more strokes your orgasm overtook you. Your body shook uncontrollably, your eyes screwing shut at the feeling as you creamed all over his dick.

His thrusts grew sloppy before he slumped forward, emptying himself inside of you. The warmth of him made you shiver, your womb feeling nice and full. He stopped his thrusting when he heard tiny whimpers of overstimulation leave you.

"You okay?" Aaron asked gently. You nodded, your chest heaving up and down.

"Can we go on the couch next?" You asked through a sleepy smirk.

[westernbitch]

Hotchner's Whore Kinktober 2023

Here is this years Kinktober bingo board (under 'keep reading'). This October I will be posting a one shot for one space on the board that you choose with a character you choose. Comment which space you want with what character and I will pick the most voted for pairing to write a one shot about. I will not be posting them in order, so please check in every day for the one you want or let me know and I'll tag you in it when I post. Thank you everyone!

The characters you can choose from are: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, John Winchester, Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Negan, Soldier Boy, Billy Butcher, Homelander, The Deep, Frenchie, etc.

[westernbitch]

Aaron Hotchner with Sir/Daddy please ❤️

Say It Right, or Not At All

Summary: Your boss gets weird when you treat him with authority, but after a hard day on a case, he finally snaps and you learn why.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Warnings: swearing, smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, choking, sir kink, boss/employee relationship

Word count: 2.2k

This was written for kinktober, using the space “sir/daddy”

You’ve never had a traditional relationship with your boss, Aaron Hotchner. Like how the first day on the job, you brought everyone coffee and he admitted no one had brought him coffee before. You started to make it an effort to bring him coffee once a week. The rest of the team would tease you and mention how he’s never as nice to everyone else as he is to you, but you blame it on your bond over coffee.

The rest of the team isn’t convinced. Hotchner relies on you for advice and has even invited you to soccer games for his son. No one gets as close as you did and there’s no damn way it was because of coffee. Garcia is convinced it’s because Hotchner has a crush on you, no matter how many times you deny it.

The one thing you haven’t understood about your boss is his formality. Everyone calls him Hotch or Hotchner, but he insists you call him Aaron. To tease him, you one day started calling him captain or boss, to which you get an eye roll and a head shake. But the only one he absolutely despises is ‘sir’. You called him ‘sir’ one time after he gave the team an order and hours later pulled you aside to tell you to never call him ‘sir’ again. You didn’t understand why, but you promised to only call him that when he gives the team sass or to mess with him. Everytime you say it, he shoots your daggers with his eyes and takes a deep breath out of anger.

All day, he’s been giving you attitude. Not you specifically, but the whole team. This case is kicking your asses. A serial killer is picking his victims based on internet sites and it’s been stressing everyone out, including Garcia who can’t find any information on the guy. Morgan has been on three coffee runs already so you could all stay away, but now in the dead of night, everyone is begging for sleep. 

“Alright everyone, go back to your rooms,” Hotchner ordered, “we’re no good half asleep.”

Everyone thanks Hotchner before packing up their things. Even though you should be relieved, you unfortunately know you’re sharing a room with the boss. You can’t escape him even from the comfort of the hotel, but at least you have separate beds and won’t have him literally breathing down your neck. 

Hotchner holds the door open for you to get in the car back to the hotel. The drive is pretty silent which you’re grateful for. Sometimes after these long days, you don’t have the brain power to hold conversations or be pumped by music. When you get to the hotel, you make a beeline for the elevators, Hotchner right behind you.

Your hotel room isn’t the fanciest, but it has two beds, a mini fridge which you have taken full advantage of, and one of the best showers you’ve used. Grabbing new clothes, you immediately go to the bathroom and change before flopping on your bed. You groan as the stiff muscles in your shoulder ache and you attempt to massage them yourself. Hotchner doesn’t pay you any attention and instead showers as soon as you’re out of the bathroom. Laying on the bed, you try to forget about the case, but your mind runs wild with theories you want to test and see if Garcia or Spencer can find anything on. You’re brought out of your thoughts when the water stops and Hotchner walks out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist, the steam of the bathroom coming out from behind his damp body.

You try not to look but you can’t peel your eyes away from your toned boss. For a man his age, you have to admit he looks fantastic. His hair is full and dark, his toned chest and arms. Even the scars that paint his body makes him look sexier than before. You probably shouldn’t have these thoughts about your boss, but here you are.

He gives you an awkward smile, “Sorry, I forgot to grab clothes before I went in.”

“Oh it's uh, it’s alright,” you manage to say.

Aaron walks over to his bag and changes into real clothes. Although it’s not much, seeing him in just sweat pants and a t-shirt is still shocking. You’ve seen him in non-work clothes before, but it never gets less weird. He sits on the edge of the bed drying his hair.

“Hotch-”

“It’s Aaron, Y/n. We’ve been over this.”

“I know, sorry,” you chuckle, “I was just thinking about the case and-”

“Can we not do this tonight? I’m exhausted and the last thing I need is to be thinking of work when I go to bed.”

“I understand, but I can’t wrap my head around one detail.”

“Y/n, we can talk about that in the morning.”

You can hear the irritation in his voice so you stop pressing the matter. He returns his towel to the bathroom and gets in his bed. Your brain won’t relax causing you to bounce your foot up and down in the bed. Hotchner turns around in his bed to face where you are lying.

“I can hear you moving.”

“Sorry, I can’t relax.”

“Try to.”

“I will, sir,” you sigh.

The sounds of blankets rustling startle you. You turn to see Aaron sitting on the side of the bed looking at you in disbelief.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously what, Aaron?” “The ‘sir’? You had to say that? You know how much that irritates me.”

“Well, if you stopped giving me attitude all day, maybe I would.”

“You know why I have ‘an attitude’ all day?”

The question causes you to sit up in the bed and look at him too. His eyebrows are furrowed and he’s tapping his foot on the ground, surely annoying the people in the room below you two.

“Please enlighten me.”

“It’s because you walk around all day looking like that. I have to deal with the whole team while the only thing on my mind is you. The way you talk, dress, the way you handle yourself on the field, the way you smile and say my name. I can’t pull my focus from you for one single second. The worst part is when you call me sir because all it makes me want to do is grab you and kiss you, but I can’t.”

You have no words. The room is silent as Hotchner pours his heart out.

“I have been in love with you since the second you brought me coffee on that first day and you have infected every part of me since. I can’t escape you even when I sleep because your eyes haunt my dreams. You don’t even know how sick I am of worrying over you, hoping you’ll smile at me the next day, wishing that you would catch onto my shameless crush, dreaming you’d kiss me back if I kissed you. All because of that damn nickname.”

Still, no words come to your mind. Everything Aaron just said runs through your brain wildly, trying to stick, but nothing will. To think this whole time he actually liked you, no, been in love with you. Your brain shuts down and you just stare at the man whose face is searching for answers in yours. 

Hotchner stands up from his bed and wipes his hand over his face. You try to guess what he’s feeling, but you can’t tell if it’s hope or regret. In attempts to reassure him, you stand and grab his hand. He drops his other hand and looks down at you with his lips parted. That’s all you need as you pull him down to you and kiss him. He cups your jaw and gently kisses you back, deepening it, but not roughly. He’s gentle and sweet, tastes like whiskey and vanilla.

“Aaron-” you sigh as his mouth moves to your neck.

“Yes, dear?” “Please, I need you.”

He walks you backwards until your legs hit the edge of the bed, causing you to trip and sit down. His mouth is quickly back on yours after he pulls his shirt off of himself. He sucks and nibbles on your bottom lip.

“What do you need?” He growls.

“You.”

“Me, what?”

“You, sir.”

Aaron grabs your calves and pulls you down to meet his hips. Laying on your back, he sucks and bites at your neck, your hands tangling themselves in his hair. His hands lift the edge of your shirt as he grabs your waist. He rolls his hips into yours, drawing a moan from you. The bulge in his pants rolls against your core, creating friction. You can feel yourself getting wetter from the contact and start whining, needing more. There’s a moment of break as Aaron pulls away from your neck and kneels down in front of you. He sets your feet on his shoulders as he fingers the hem of your shorts.

“May I?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

A rush of cold air blows through you as Aaron peels off your shorts and underwear, exposing your pussy to him. He clears his throat before leaning in closer and licking a stripe up your pussy, stopping at the clit and flicking it with his tongue. You roll your eyes at the contact and arch into him. He smiles as he licks circles near your entrance as he slowly pushes two of his thick fingers inside of you. You groan at him stretching you out as he goes back to paying attention to your clit. 

Curling his fingers, he gently messages your g spot. You continue to grab at his hair the more he applies pressure to your clit. You can feel your orgasm forming in your stomach. Right when it’s about to be unbearable, Aaron picks up the pace and curls his fingers faster, finger fucking you as he does it. He has a smirk across his face that shines from the slick on his mouth and stubble. 

“Cum for me, baby. Cum for daddy.”

At that nickname, you cum all over Aaron’s fingers. The second you release your grip, he stands up and pulls down his pants. You’re shocked by the length of his cock as he chuckles.

“There’s nothing to be nervous of.” He put the tip of his head in your pussy, barely pushing in, “I promise I’ll go slow.”

He keeps his promise and slowly pushes himself further into your folds. It stings as he stretches you out but all you can hear is the sound of Aaron’s grunts. He mutters and swears under his breath as he goes all the way into your pussy. You can see his brain telling him to go slow when he would much rather pound you into the next life. 

Aaron slowly pulls back before going all the way in again and the sting lessens. You can barely reach his arms where they are so you grab at his wrists and sink your nails into him, causing him to hiss from the slight pain. His grip on your waist tightens in doing so and the roughness makes you drip.

“Please, sir,” you beg.

“Please what, baby girl? Use your words.”

“Go faster, sir.”

Aaron chuckles which is almost unsettling. He adjusts his grip and puts one hand on your throat. Pulling out, Aaron slams his hips back into you at a ferocious pace. It feels as if he’s going to split you in half from the speed he’s thrusting with. You grab onto Aaron’s biceps to hold yourself steady. He leans down and kisses you, muffling the scream emulating from you. Hiking your legs around his waist, he grinds into you fast and deep as you dig your ankles into his back, 

You wrap yourself around him and scratch his back, making him go even faster. You can feel him getting closer with you, both reaching your finishing point. The knot in your stomach gets tighter and tighter until he hits you right in the spot. You come undone around him, scratching him hard on the back and screaming as you cum. He is right behind you and comes into your tight hole, filling you and having his seed drip out from between his cock and your walls, staining the hotel sheets. 

Aaron rolls off of you and onto the bed beside you. You both try to catch your breath and cool down. After a few seconds, Hotchner stands up and goes to the bathroom, fetching the hotel he had used earlier. He gently wipes you and the cum dripping from your pussy which makes him smile and look up at you. Throwing the towel to the side, he takes two waters out of the hotel mini fridge and sets one on the nightstand behind you.

The two of you finally catch your breath before climbing under the cum stained sheets. Aaron opens his arms for you to climb into. Wrapping his arms around you, he sets his chin on top of your head that rests on his chest. You fall asleep to the feeling of Aaron kissing the top of your head.

“That damn nickname,” he chuckles.

You’ll deal with the consequences in the morning.