You watched Mr. Hotchner pull his gun out and press it against the mans forehead, cocking it. Your smirk only grows as you walked elegantly towards him, stroking his arm as you stopped behind him. Your other hand rests on his left side as you press your lips to his right ear, and you whisper, "If you shoot him, you won't get what you ask for tonight" You threatened. It took a moment to listen to your warnings, but he slowly took the gun away from the mans face. You wanted to let a sigh of relief exit your lips, but you didn't want to blow your cover. You couldn't blow your cover. |unsub hotch x agent reader|

"I know you hate me." His hands paused at your cheeks, yearning to explore. "Is this something you want to continue?" "Yes." "Good. Because I'm going to fuck you like I hate you." To Aaron Hotchner, protocol was everything. Rules, laws, and guidelines: the holy trinity of a professional life. Except when it came to sleeping with Y/N: the newest agent at the BAU. He lets his professionalism slip, yet quickly stops himself before catching romantic feelings. So, how long does it take to get Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner to crack? ★ Aaron Hotchner x Reader