𝐄𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 (Hotch X Reader) ✔️

dead wife's clothes and wine night!

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(unedited) 

I wake up to a yellow ish glow through the room's windows. Wait who's room am I in? I stood up feeling my head pound. I groaned holding my temple, "Good morning, princesses." I turn to see Aaron. He was standing up, with only sweat pants on. I bite my lip slightly remembering last night. Hotch took me out to a club and I got a little tipsy. He didn't do anything more than kiss me last night, but I don't think thats gonna stop him right now. "Good morning Agent Hotchner." I say with a flirty little giggle.

He laughs slightly before crawling on the bed. I lay flat on my back letting my arms go over my head. He puts his knees on either side of my body, he chuckles before leaning down to kiss me. A smirk presses against my lips. He begins to rest his forehead on mine, "You feeling good baby?" he asks. "Yeah I am." I do feeling a little hungover but nothing to bad.

"Good," he replies sitting up, he holds my waist and pulls me forward. I let out a little giggle, he held his grip on my waist. He lowered his head down whispering in my ear "Strip. Now." his voice commanded, I started to oblige pulling my shirt off along with the rest of my clothes. I layed back down, Aaron's eyes raked over my body. Lingering on my lower half, "Pretty." he murmured. I let out a breathy laugh. His hands trailed down my body, I bit my lip in excitement. He smirked at me, "Sit tight baby." he trailed his hands down standing up. "Spread your legs for me," he said. I obliged but wanting nothing more than to close my legs, so desperate  for friction. 

Aaron walked over to his closet walking into it and returning a few seconds late, ahhh. A pair of handcuffs. "Classy," I murmur. Aaron chuckled, "Arms up baby," he said opening the hand cuffs, "Yes daddy," I said, holding my hands up, he clicks them tightly on my hands. "It's not too tight right baby?" he almost whispered, "No it's perfect." I murmur back. 

"Good," he says, leaning down he started to slowly kiss my neck, very softly pretty much not matching the vibe of the rest of his actions. His hands slowly opened my legs, his warm rough hands gripping my thighs. I let out a soft moan, Aaron chuckled slightly counting to kiss my neck with a little bit more aggression. He stopped, "Don't make any noise, do you understand?" he said, his voice cold. "Aaron of all people you must know that's not how I-" 

"Do you or do you not understand me?" he repeated gripping harder. "I do, sir." I almost mocked, he sat up aligning himself. He pushed his dick slowly into me. I rolled my head back a bit, letting out a soft moan. "Sit tight." he whispered. He started to pump in and out of me each time I let out a moan. My back arching further and further. "Good girl," he praised in between his own string of moans. 

His thrusts become harder and faster I am so close, the knot in my lower stomach tightening. "A-Aaron. Fuck." I breathe out through my raspy breaths not able to move my arms. "Your close huh baby?" he breathes out. I nod quickly, "We'll come together ok?" he breathes out. My head pounding, I see little white spots in my vision. "Aaron," I moan out letting my liquid spill out. A second after me I feel his dick twitching letting him unload himself in me. 

He pauses, our breathes overlapping one and other. "You were a very good girl." he says after a bit of panting. He stands up, extending his arm out to me. "Come on let's take a shower." he says. I take his hand as he walks me over to the on suite bathroom. I Went to the bathroom, peeing and washing my hands as he let the water warm up. 

"ladies first," Aaron said holding the curtin open, I smiled briefly before stepping inside of the shower. I let out a little giggle, I let the warm water run down my face. Pushing my hair out of the way, Hotch walks in behind my. Holding my shoulder kissing my neck slowly. I closed my eyes never ever wanting this moment to end. Eventually after nearly falling asleep in the nice warm water, I take the shampoo bottle squirting a little on my hand giving the bottle to him. I start to massage it into my scalp and he does the same. His hair being much shorter than mine sticks up with all the soap. "Hold on," I barley whisper, he moves his hands to his sides. I move my hands to his hair pushing it up into a mohawk.