Criminal Minds x reader

Aaron Hotcher | Imagine | Sexual Tension

A/N: Hey my dudes! I hope you have an amazing Halloween today! All I'm doing is work or school, it's very sad :(

Here is another imagine, this time for the one and only Hotch.

As always, I hope you enjoy!

Word count- 903 words

Warning(s)- sexual themes (no smut, just sexual tension), swearing

Enjoy~

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• Imagine you have a crush on your boss
• Office relationships aren't bad, but since he is your superior it definitely isn't optimal, and may get both of you in trouble
• You can't help it though, something about him just has you going crazy for him
• You basically feel fucked because everyone on the teams job is literally to analyze behavior but you're damn sure you're going to try your best to hide your feelings
• But what you're really worried about is Hotch finding out
• It's been months and these feelings haven't subsided, and if anything, they've only gotten stronger
• Finally, just as you seem to be moving on, something happens...
• It was a late evening on the plane after a week long case in Louisiana
• It was the peak of summer heat so everyone had been sweating all week. Everyone had opted to during the AC on full blast
• You didn't pack a jacket or a long sleeve shirt, so you pulled your arms into your shirt to keep warm. Hotch took off his jacket and placed it on you. Between the new found warmth and his smell on the jacket, it didn't take long for you to fall asleep
• After the flight you wrapped the jacket around your shoulders because you were still cold. You went to Hotch to return it, but he said to keep it until tomorrow to keep warm
• "Besides, it suits you"
• And then he told you to have a good night and used your FIRST NAME like omg he's never called you that before
• It was little things like that at first
• And then it was hands lingering when he handed you something, or when he would walk past you and put his hand on your shoulder or back to stabilize you and him
• You thought it just had to be in your head, but you tested the waters one day
• It was a slow, boring day when he had called you to his office to give you some task to do
• He stood up and came over to you to show you a piece of paper with written instructions of what to do
• After he had explained the task, you looked at him, tucked your chin just slightly so you would be looking up at him, and said "yes, sir."
• It wasn't that crazy, you didn't say it in an extremely sexual tone, but you knew he knew what you were doing by the way he looked at you
• From there it escalated. More touching but not like groping, finding him looking at you, and vise versa
• Then, it changed. During a case something totally cliche happened: you were alone with Hotch and clumsy you tripped. He tried to catch you but he lost his footing and fell down on top of you. After a few seconds of laughter, and apologies from both of you, it went silent, but then he totally was staring at your lips I repeat you caught him staring at your lips
• He got up a second later and helped you up, and you were too stunned to say anything
• From there on, there was a sexual tension that filled the air
• You started having inappropriate thoughts of your boss. You hated it, but it couldn't be stopped
• And then holy cow when one time he sat by you and from under the table he placed his hand on your thigh your mind about self-destructed
• The Friday night before Christmas everyone decided to meet up at a bar to hang out, since you only ever all saw each other outside of work once or twice a year
• You had went home to get dressed up and do your hair and makeup (if you wear it). You wore a red mini dress/or a pair of nice dress pants and a silk button down with a few buttons undone
• After everyone had a few drinks you all went out to the dance floor. Hotch eyes were glued to you and your eyes were on him
• A few more drinks and you were definitely drunk, not like wasted or anything, but drunk
• You were touching him more than sober you would have—and definitely more than you should have—but drunk you had taken over
• The dancing was borderline sexual, lots of being very close with one another
• After weeks of the sexual tension becoming almost unbearable, Prentiss and Morgan wanted to talk to you
• They told you that they could feel the tension and that it needed to stop; either you had to get over him, or, as Morgan had so kindly put it: "sleep with the man already"
• You turned beet red because of the interrogation, but you were very glad to know that your friends weren't disappointed and wouldn't be weirded out with it
• You had no idea what to do

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A/n: Again, have an amazing, happy Halloween!

Next chapter will be part two of the "The team x reader! Platonic | Are you okay, kid?" Series.

See ya next time, my dudes!

~B