A series of oneshots about Criminal Minds.
Will mostly be Fluff and some Smut.
Includes - x reader stories, Morcia, Moreid, Jemily, Demily, Jeid and more. All requests welcome!!!
I do not own any of the characters from Criminal Minds.
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Warning: This series contains sexual content, specifically it depicts BDSM relationships (pretty accurately in portrayal I hope as it's being written by an active member of the BDSM community). This story contains smut. I recommend you be 18+ to read this!! Again this series consists of lots of smut and a Dom/sub dynamic between Hotch (and other agents in the rest of the series) and the reader and other characters are in the BDSM community as well. If kink is not your thing or you are under 18 you might want to try one of my other less mature stories.
Description: When a new agent joins the team she tests Hotch's patience and questions his authority at every turn. The chemistry and attraction between them is undeniable but when she oversteps on a case did she go to far?
CW// Spanking, Mentions of anal, Vaginal penetration, Cumming in mouth, Swallowing, Degradation.
The dream job really hadn't remotely gone as planned, sure you'd always wanted to be a part of the BAU. You worked to it day in and day or for years. But you never counted on your boss being so... Hotch. He's an amazing agent, a great unit chief sure but what a control freak you think to yourself. No one has ever gotten under your skin the way he did and you were fairly sure the feeling was completely mutual. You tried to drive him just as crazy as he did you.
On the jet, your mind drifts back to your first day about a month ago. The way agent Hotchner straightened his tie before taking a seat and gesturing you to do the same, and the filthy thoughts it gave you about other things to do with that tie. His voice, his build, the way he'd been dressed all seemed like something out of some Enemy's to lovers or Boss x Employee erotica you'd read online a thousand times over. Some wattpad or tumblr x reader cliche in which Aaron Hotchner bent you over his desk and...
"Y/N, is our debriefing interrupting your day dreaming?" Hotch interrupted sternly looking up from the file in his hands. 'It's your fucking fault!' you were dying to scream at him. "No, sir. I apologize. I agree with Reid's point..." You say instead, the topic going on and on distracting you from your thoughts until you land.
The case seems to roll by in a blur, the unsub had taken hostages and barricaded himself inside a home in the end. Rossi stood feet away from the house on the phone attempting to talk down the unsub while the rest of us quietly discuss strategies. "If I can just get inside, I know that I can get him to let the girls go." You say. "You walk in there right now and you could get yourself and those girls killed." Morgan said, "We stay out here not doing shit and we could get those girls killed." You respond. "Morgan is right, Y/N. You're not going in there. Dave's got this." Hotch says. Anger boiling inside of you, You finally explode. "All due respect Hotch, I can't handle myself or I wouldn't be here." You snap turning your back and running off towards the house to find a way inside. "Y/N!" Hotch yells.
"Oh, she really just fucked up." Prentiss mummers to JJ. Ultimately, you were right though and though you were able to save the girls But you knew you were in deep shit with hotch. While his facial expression never changed and he maintained his focus and professionalism, even on the trip home as he did paperwork, you could tell the lecture you were gonna get was gonna be hell. At least you really hope it's just a hellacious lecture because you've worked way to hard to get fired because of your ego but the last thing you saw yourself doing was begging Aaron Hotchner or kissing his ass. Maybe a fast food job would treat you well you sigh preparing yourself as the plane lands. Putting your things down on your desk, you turn to JJ. "How bad is it?" You ask her as you both watch Hotch stride up the stairs. "Y/N, my office." Hotch calls down behind him. "Good luck." JJ shrugged. You gather yourself and follow hotch into his office.
"I'm sure you are aware how reckless and stupid that was. You put yourself and those girls in danger, and disobeyed a direct order." Hotch stated, his icy glare never leaving your eyes. "Yes sir, I know but nothing in the profile said he'd kill them, or me if I went in. He needed someone who reminded him of Sara to talk him down." You defend yourself. The unsub had a girlfriend Sara who had similar features to you and was murdered and her killer was never caught so he was replicating the brutal killings in hopes to call attention to her case. "Not the point. This isn't even the first time you've defied me in the field and I cannot continue to let it slide." Hotch said. "What are you gonna do then, Hotch? Put me in time out" You said sarcastically and roll your eyes.
"Y/N, what is your problem? You are an excellent agent and I'd hate to see your attitude and petulant behavior be your downfall." Hotch says. You heart skips a beat and the hint of praise in that statement, mixed with the scolding and you finally let your body take control of you. "You're my problem! From the moment I met you, I've wanted you to pin me against that wall and fuck me but you're so professional and vanilla and it's shit! It's driving me insane." You spill before you can stop yourself, immediately turning red. "Go lock the door." Hotch commands. You sit there in shock, "Now." He says more firmly. You stand to your feet and go lock the door before walking back over to his desk. "Y/N, are you certain you want this?" Hotch asks barely more than a whisper. You nod in response. "Say it." Hotch says hovering over you, inches from your face. "I want this, Sir." You say. "Any limits I should know right now? " He asks, to which you shake your head. "Use your words. I won't tell you again, brat." Hotch says grabbing your throat firmly, sending a direct bolt of pleasure to your core. "Are you familiar with the traffic light safeword system?" Hotch asks his final question, "Yes Sir." You said. "Good. Strip." He says stepped back, watching you intently. Every part of your body screamed at you that you should test him, push further but at this point you wanted nothing more than to be dominated and fucked so you began to slowly step out of your clothes, deliberately putting on a show. Hotch finally speaks when your panties were all that remained, "We both know you've earned a spanking with that attitude of yours. Over the desk". You quickly move into position and bend yourself over his desk. The thought of his hands entering your mind, he had huge hands so you definitely knew this would hurt. You'd fantasized about it. You fantasized about those hands all over your body. Hotch runs his hand along the seem of your panties sending a shiver down your spine. " Ten for your smart mouth and ten for disobeying me. You will count them and thank me, understood?" Hotch says once again ripping you from your filthy thoughts. "Yes Sir" you say nearly breathless already from just his light touch.
He lands a smack on your ass, a pleasant sting. "One, Thank you Sir." You say. He continues to rain down snacks on your ass and you attempt not to cry out too loudly, although at this point nearly everyone else hand went home. "Ten, Thank you Sir." You said biting your lip. He slides your panties down now, you know you're soaked and you know he can tell. You feel him push your thighs apart further exposing your glistening pussy to him. He runs a finger slowly, deliberately through your wetness, bringing it around to your face. "What a mess. I should've known your were a dirty slut." He chuckles, a dark sexy chuckle like you'd never heard before and has you suck your fluids from his finger before returning to the task at hand. "Ten more, Sweetheart." Hotch says softly yet firmly, the combination of sweet and harsh driving you even more wild than you thought possible. He swiftly delivers five of the remaining smacks to your ass, the last making you let out a yelp. "Can't have everyone knowing you're a whore who acts out to get fucked by her boss can we?" Hotch says slipping his tie off and stuffing it into your mouth as a makeshift gag before continuing the assault on your already crimson ass. "20, Thank you Sir." You finally say.
Hotch gently brushes his hand over your ass, making you whimper. Coating his long thick finger once again in your juices, he traces a finger over your asshole, teasing. "Mm, maybe I'll just fuck this tight, sore little ass. I don't know if you deserve to feel my cock in your pussy." Hotch says. Ugh. So fucking evil you think to yourself, and yet you love it. "Please Hotch.. Sir please. I want you in my pussy. Please" You whined, dammit so much for never begging Aaron Hotchner for shit. "Mm, Are you gonna be a good girl from now on? Stop being such a fucking brat?" He asks tugging your hair harshly, you gasp, "Yes, Yes Sir." You whimper and just like that he slams into your pussy pounding you furiously, at an unreal pace. Long hard punishing strokes caused your mind to fog, your brain scrambled and all you could think about was him in this moment fucking you into submission over his desk. Your orgasm overtakes you, mind shattering as you let go and cum on his cock, he pulls out much to your confusion. "Kneel" Hotch says. Gathering yourself on shaky legs, you kneel. "Open" He continues, You open your mouth, tongue out, as he pumps his load into your mouth demanding you to swallow. "Good girl." Hotch says with a small smirk helping you to your feet. He gathers you in his arms and takes you back over to his desk chair, cleaning you up to the best of his ability with what he had in his office. He held you in his lap stroking your hair calmly telling you that you were a good girl, his good girl. You could definitely get used to being the boss's brat.
