context: fem!reader x fratboy!hotch
In your short time dating frat boy Aaron Hotchner you'd gotten used to him being gone on the weekends. He always came home to you, but it was into the wee hours of the night. Usually he would slip into the apartment you shared, strip down to his boxers, and slide in bed right next to you trying to be as quiet as possible. He always woke you up, no matter what, it was like your body was waiting for him to get home. Like clockwork his side of the bed would dip and then you'd wake up and ask him how the party or event was. He would always say something sweet like he missed you or wished he would've just stayed in to cuddle and the two of you would give each other lazy kisses until you fell asleep in each other's arms.
Tonight was different. You had an exam coming up in your introduction to criminality course and were reading through your notes to make flash cards, waiting for him in nothing but one of his large t-shirts. You're so entranced in your notes that you don't hear him come in as you read. "There are two ways to be an accessory to a said crime. Accessory before the fact and accessory after the fact. To be an accessory-"
He watches you for a moment as you read, his eyes roaming over your body that looks so lush and enticing in just his shirt. "Well, hello there, my studious girl." His smooth, deep voice pulls you away from the words on the page and you find him leaning on on the blank of the door.
"Hello there, my party animal boy." You set down your notebook and sit up to cross your legs.
"Hey, I get just as good grades as you." He crosses his arms, a faux pout on his face at your comment.
You decide that you want to grind his gears a bit and get under that beautiful, soft skin of his. Sex with Aaron was always good, but when you were bad it was even better.
"I never said you didn't, don't get your boxers in a twist." You laugh.
Something flashes in his eyes, and you identify it as a hint of surprise that you were talking back to him but he just smiles. "What are you doing up?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" You ask condescendingly, your heart beating a mile a minute in your chest.
"Being naughty and staying up too late."
"I needed to study, don't you think that's something a good girl would do?" You lean forward, coming to rest on your stomach, propped up on your elbows.
"A good girl wouldn't talk back. But since we're here..."
"What?"
"Keep reading." He says firmly, sitting down in the chair of the desk the two of you share.
"What?"
"Keep reading, you sound so sexy. From the top, don't make me repeat myself again." He tilts his head at you, his eyes dark, clouded with lust.
"I sound...sexy?" You say it slowly, unconvinced.
"Yes, very, very sexy." The tone of his voice alone makes you want to jump him then and there but that would be a sure fire way to get him to deny your release, and from the ache settling between your legs you knew you would need to cum soon.
You reach behind you and grab the notebook, finding your place to start reciting your notes. "Okay. There are two ways to be an accessory to said crime-"
"Actually, come sit in daddy's lap." He grins, patting his lap in the most irresistible way.
"Aaron." You murmur shyly, looking down at the light blue sheets you were laying on. Before you met Aaron you hadn't really known you had a daddy kink and when he'd asked you to call him that sometimes during sex while satisfying it was still new to you. Truthfully, a lot of what you and Aaron did in bed was new to you, you had only been with one other before him and it was on the night of your senior prom.
