Hotch x reader, breath play obviously lol, teasing, dirty talk, begging, petnames (namely puppy), handcuffs
"Just a bit harder.." He rasps, voice a bit rough from the actions you two have gone through.
Your hand sits against his throat, fingers pretty around the flushed skin. You squeeze at the pulse points and he groans.
He could hear his blood rushing in his ears, teeth biting into his plush bottom lip. Its kiss bruised and bitten.
"Like that?" Your lip is also pulled between your teeth, but more so in concentration than pleasure.
Hotch nods, you smile and release the grip. Fingers rubbing softly at his skin.
It illicits a whine from him, eyes boring into yours. It's clear what he wants, but you wont give it to him that easily.
"If you want it so badly, puppy, why dont you beg for it?" You grin.
He clenches his jaw, pulling against the cuffs around his wrists that attach to the headboard. The wood creaks under the harsh movement.
"Aw..no? No treat for the puppy then."
It riles him up, being told no. The teasing tone of voice, the grin on your face. You.
"Please put your hands around my throat." He mumbles, cheeks redder than they were a moment ago, face turned to the side.
"What was that?" Your fingertips tease at his throat, trailing up to his jaw to turn his face to yours.
"Put your hands around my throat, please.." he gasps, eyes meeting yours because he knows he wont get what he wants acting like a brat.
"Good boy."
It sends a jolt of pleasure right down his spine when you say that mixed with the harsh squeeze around his throat.
You can feel his pulse thunder under your hand. Feel how he swallows, his adams apple bobbing under your touch.
You lean down and kiss him, further stealing the air from his lungs. He arches into you, kissing back just as eagerly.
You squeeze a bit harder before releasing your hold and pulling away from the kiss. His chest heaves, eyes hazy as he looks at you.
"I want to feel you." He gasps, licking his lips.
"What part of me." You grin, hand teasing at his cock.
"All of you- fuck- I want to feel all of you."
"Oh really? Do you deserve it?"
"Yes! I deserve you- please!"
"That's a good boy, what exactly do you deserve?"
"Pleasure- relaxation." He huffs, these are things you tell him when he refuses to acknowledge that hes human and needs rest.
"Good puppy. I'll make you feel good, don't worry."
Theres a small amount of silence as you gather lube, but it is by no means awkward. You can feel Aaron's eyes trailing your body, it makes your arousal grow further.
"You keep staring and I'll blind fold you." You tease.
You turn back to him and roll the rubber over his length. You apply extra lube and wipe the excess from your hand before straddling him.
"I want to touch you." He outright whines.
"You do?"
"Yes- please- please let me touch you!"
You smile and grab the key from the side table.
"What do you say?"
"Thank you!"
"Good boy." The click and clang of the cuffs is loud in the otherwise silent room.
His hands fly to your hips, trailing his fingers up to your chest and back down. They tease and leave goosebumps in their wake.
You sink down onto his cock, groaning as you do so. He lets out one of his own, nails digging into your hips and leaving crescent shapes.
"You feel so good inside of me, puppy." You moan, rolling your hips and leaning forward to mouth at his neck.
Hotch let's out a needy whine, trying everything in his power to not thrust up into you.
His finger nails dig deeper into the flesh of your hips, teetering on the edge of too painful. Knowing there will be marks only the two of you can see sends a thrill straight to the pit of your stomach.
"What is it, puppy? Do you need more?"
"Yes, please-" he hiccups, fingers smoothing over where they were digging into.
"Fuck me, like a good boy." You grin.
The change in his demeanor is instantaneous, arm wrapping around your waist to hold you tight in place as he fucks his hips up into you.
You swear he cries out more than you despite the fact it's not his guts being rearranged. He's sat up a bit, face pressing into your chest to mouth and lick at your nipples.
"There we go, pup. Fuck." Your head tilts back and he goes for your throat. Biting and sucking, it lets others know that your his as much as he is yours.
"Gonna cum- can I? Can I cum inside of you? Please? Please?" His voice is so desperate you cant stand to deny him.
"Cum inside me, puppy."
His hips stutter to a still as he presses as deep as he can get inside of you. When he notices you still havent finished, he cants his hips up into yours.
He has to be oversensitive at this point, but he drives into you over and over. Desperate to make you feel as good as you make him.
"Fuck! Oh puppy, you're such a good boy for me." You breathe as his fingers move to stroke you off, pushing you further to the precipice of your orgasm.
As you're coming down from the high, you swear you feel his cock weakly spurt inside of you.
You two pant heavily, the air hot with your actions. Your bodies are covered in sweat, you're sticky and dont care.
You collapse into his chest, breathing heavily against his collarbones. You press firm open mouthed kisses there, whispering words of praise to him.
Even though hes soft inside you, neither of you move, relishing the closeness.
"God I love you, Aaron." You groan.
"I love you too." He breathes, hand stroking down your back in a soothing pattern.
