Are You Profiling Me?

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You grabbed your phone to text him but you thought of something else. You threw on the shirt and grabbed his pajama and put those on as well. You zipped the bag shut and padded your way into the elevator. You knocked on his door and it opened in an instant.

"I have your bag." You said. He stood there frozen. "Unless you want to wear booty shorts and a cropped FBI shirt you might want to trade." He nodded and you walked in. You spotted your bag and set it on the bed. You replaced your bag with his and went to leave. You got to the door when his voice stopped you.

"You're wearing my only set of pajamas." You froze. You turned around and walked to the bed. You unzipped the bag and threw your clothes on the bed. You ripped off his pajama pants and put on the shorts. You looked over and he was still looking at you.

"Do you need something else or can I change in peace?" you asked. He walked up to you and stood there. You turned to him fully.

"Keep the shirt. I don't need it." He said. He looked defeated. Before you knew what you were doing you got even closer and looked up.

"Do you like me in your shirt, Agent Hotchner?" He stayed still but you could see his breath quicken slightly. "Does it make you feel like I belong to you?" You whispered in his ear, getting on your tippy toes. "But you know that I already do. I'm ruined for anybody else. You destroyed me." You said. You went to walk past him when he grabbed your arm. You were face to face. You stayed that way for a moment until you closed the gap. You put your arm around his neck and he put his hand under your thigh, hitching it over his hip. The kiss was fast, hungry even. He backed you into the wall and you moaned. "I hate you." you said between kisses. He bit your earlobe as he ground into you.

"No you don't" He said. His lips were back to yours in an instant. You started to pull at his tie, unknotting it as you went. Next was his shirt but before you could get past the second button he had both hands under your thighs and he threw you on the bed. He started to unbutton himself as he stood over you. You sat up again and pulled the shirt off of his shoulders. No undershirt due to the heat. He grabbed the back of your neck again, pressing in a slow and sloppy kiss. "Wait-"

"No. No waiting." You pulled him down and rolled on top of him, pulling your shirt-well his shirt, off of you. "Just for the night." You said. There was a look in his eyes that said 'it's more than that' but then his eyes turned dark again. You slid down to unbuckle his belt and he turned you over again.

"You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" He smirked. His tone was mischievous. He put his hands in your shorts and spread his fingers over you. Your breath hitched. "Is that why you did it?" He asked as he pressed a finger into you. You moaned but never answered him. "Is that why you acted like a little whore around that Detective, you wanted me to get jealous?" He asked, his lips touching your ear.

"No." You moaned out as he added another finger.

"No? You don't get to come until you admit that this is what you wanted." He said slowly running a hand up and down your slit, not daring to enter until you conceded.

"No. It's your ego, I didn't do anything." You groaned and he pushed a finger in.

"Don't lie, it doesn't suit you." He said, face in your ear. He moved down to your lips and was about to talk until you flipped him over and changed positions.

"Gotta be quicker than that, Agent Hotchner." Your lips are still barely touching. You slipped your hand down to his belt and flipped it open. He went to grab your hand but you topped him. "You're gonna see how you make me feel." You got the belt open and slid your hand down into his boxers. He groaned and you kissed him again trying to not show how intimidating his size felt in your hand. You took his cock out of his pants and rubbed him. You let his tongue slide into your mouth before you let the saliva drip between the two of you. You took your free hand and grabbed it off your lips before dragging it down to his cock. You pumped him a few times before you slid further down the bed.