You're scrolling through your favorite subreddit, lounging on Hotch's couch, wearing his sweatpants. You didn't make coffee yet. Hotch is still asleep, even though it's already past nine.
You give him another twenty minutes until you crawl back under the blankets with him. Lightly, you start to caress his shoulders. Hotch is sleeping on his stomach, face turned towards you.
His relaxed face starts to move when he wakes up slowly.
He moves his arm until his hand finds your side. It makes you happy that he doesn't react as panicked as a few weeks ago.
"Hey." He mumbles, eyes still closed. His morning voice still gets you every time.
You let your fingers run through his hair: "Come on, Aaron. It's time to get up."
He groans: "Why? It's Sunday."
You kiss his cheek: "Which means it's time for some yoga."
His eyes shoot open, you smile at him. Suddenly, his arms are around you, pressing you against his chest. Your face is hidden in the crook of his neck.
"I try to relax more and now this." He says, pretending to be annoyed.
You gently bite the side of his neck: "I can feel the urge to run ten miles while filling out reports radiating off of you."
He chuckles: "It may have crossed my mind."
"So, come on." You roll onto him, kiss his cheek, and get off the bed.
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Hotch gets up, hair all disheveled. You grin at him; it makes your stomach flutter every time you see your boss just wearing boxers.
In the living room, he tells you: "I only have one mat."
"Don't worry, I'll do it on the floor."
"Alright then." He gets onto the mat.
You stand a few feet away: "Wanna follow my routine?"
Hotch raises an eyebrow: "Are you trying to embarrass me?"
Laughing, you shake your head: "I've seen those muscles. You also excel most of us in the fitness tests."
As expected, Hotch has no trouble following your lead.
After forty minutes you're done, both sweaty.
While disregarding your clothes, you ask him: "Want to shower together?"
He nods and you take his hand, leading him to the bathroom.
"You know, when you did that the first time, I almost passed out." Hotch admits.
You look at him: "That night we went out?"
"Oh, yes. You took me by surprise. Mostly, because you did it so nonchalantly."
You chuckle and turn on the shower: "Honestly, I didn't really think about it."
Hotch follows you, standing closely next to you so both of you get hit by the hot water.
When you turn around to get the shampoo, his hand wanders over your back. It's still bruised. You don't comment on it, instead you start to lather his hair. He sighs and closes his eyes. You massage his head, then you slowly rinse the hair.
While he cleans his body, you quickly wash yourself. When you're done, you let your hands wander over his chest. You trace his collarbones and shoulders.
Finally, you put your hand on his cheek. He stares back at you and leans into your touch. Your thumb brushes over his cheekbone.
"You look stunning." You tell him before you can stop yourself.
His mouth falls open. If his chest and face weren't already red from the hot water, he would surely blush right now. When he doesn't say anything, you turn off the water and clear your throat.
You get yourself and Hotch a towel. He's still standing in the shower when you hand him one. Quiet, he starts to dry himself off.
Wearing a bathrobe, you ask him: "Are you alright, Aaron?"
He raises his gaze and looks at you: "Yes."
You furrow your eyebrows.
He adds: "I get a little overwhelmed sometimes."
"Oh, I didn't mean to." You want to touch him but let him talk.
"No, no. It's not bad. I…" Hotch runs his fingers through his hair.
Apparently, he often needs you to ask him, what he wants to say. You noticed before. As if he isn't sure, when outside work, if one actually cares for his words.
"What, darling?" You step closer and touch his upper arm.
The pet name makes him smile every time.
He looks at you and then down: "You just make me feel exceptionally good."
You lean forward and kiss his neck.
Then you whisper in his ear: "Want me to make you feel even better?"
Hotch lets out a chuckle and nods. You grab the towel that's around his waist and pull it off.
Even though he's fully nude now, you keep your eyes on his face. He leans down, stopping just before his lips touch yours.
You lift your chin and close the gap. His lips are still damp from the shower. Slowly, your lips melt together. He puts his arms around your chest, and you grab his neck. Leaning into him, your hips touch his half hard cock. Slowly, you push him towards the door, making him walk backwards. When you're in the doorframe Aaron lifts his head and looks at you.
Without him saying anything, you understand what he's asking for. You push him against the frame, wedging yourself between his legs. You grab the back of his thighs. Since Hotch is already naked, you can let your lips wander all over his exposed chest.
You lift his legs off the ground and pull them around your waist. Aaron lets out a groan, his weight fully on you. You pin him against the frame and attack his nipples with your mouth. In response, his hands tightly grab your shoulders.
Slowly, you take a step away from the doorframe, testing if you are able to carry him. You bend your knees and actually can keep your hold on him. Hotch looks at you with wide eyes while you make your way to the bed.
You let him fall onto it. He props himself up on his elbows and you take off your bathrobe.
You crawl into his lap and pull him against your chest. Feeling your warm skin, he lets out a sigh. With one hand you grab his hair and pull his head back, enabling you to kiss his neck and mouth. The other hand wanders down to his crotch. You find his cock and start to stroke it. Hotch loudly moans.
"That's right, darling." You purr. Pushing him into the sheets, you ask: "Who does your dick belong to?" Simultaneously, you tighten your grip around his cock.
He moans again: "You."
"What was that?" You let go of his dick.
Aaron's eyes shoot open. You don't move your hand until he calls: "You, only you!"
Finding his dick again, you tell him: "Good boy."
His hands claw into your thighs and his head falls back. You feel how wet you are and lift your hips. Without further warning, you slam yourself down on his dick.
"Fuck!" Hotch curses. Without missing a beat, you start to roll your hips.
"Oh god!" He half moans, half shouts. Your heartbeat gets faster, and your core feels even warmer than before. When Aaron opens his eyes, his pupils are dark and wide. You start to bounce up and down, maintaining the eye contact.
His breathing accelerates. When your thighs start to sting, you bow down. Your hands left and right of Aarons head, it's easier to lift your hips. You hide your face in the crook of his neck and fully concentrate on the feeling between your legs. It makes you moan against his skin.
In rhythm with you, Hotch starts to thrust his hips upwards. His left hand grabs the back of your neck, the right wanders to you core, stimulating your clit.
You bite down into his shoulder and set a faster pace. The heat between your legs spreads into your stomach. Your legs start to tense, your walls tighten around Aaron's cock.
He becomes undone under you, only being able to utter moans. His movements get sloppy.
You find his lips and kiss him before you whisper: "Cum with me."
He groans obscenely loud, a sound that pushes you over the edge. You can feel each other's bodies spasm. On the height of your orgasm your view turns white.
Breathing heavily, you both come back to earth. You roll off him, pulling him with you, so that his head rests on your shoulder. Absentmindedly, you caress his side.
You kiss his head and ask: "Did you like that?"
Hotch turns his head to look at you: "A lot."
"I didn't hurt you?" His scream sounded lustful, but you want to make sure.
"No, absolutely not." He grins: "But thank you for asking."
You smile and press a kiss on his lips.
"Breakfast?"
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You sit in the bullpen, next to Spencer. Together you try to build a geographical profile for a case that got referred to you by counterterrorism.
Spencer, resenting technology, uses an actual paper-map. You have your tablet, but still do him the favor to use the map with him.
"Is this really the whole file?" He turns to you.
You furrow your eyebrows: "It feels quite insufficient to me as well."
You look up to Hotch's office. He is hunched over some files. You look back at Spencer: "I'll go ask Hotch. Could you get us some coffee?"
"Sure."
After two knocks Hotch answers: "Come in."
You close the door behind you and sit down in front of his desk: "How's it going?"
He blinks, trying to shake off his work mindset; then he smiles: "It's alright."
"Spencer and I were wondering if you have any more information on the case from counterterrorism."
He shakes his head: "It's all we've got."
You tilt your head and spread your legs a little more. His eyes dart between your crotch and you face. He looks like he wants to say something, but he doesn't make a sound.
"You okay, boss?"
He clears his throat: "Yes. Thanks for checking in, Agent."
Oh, it is on.
You lean against his desk, grabbing his hand. He doesn't pull back; he just looks irritated.
Keeping your head low, so no one from the bullpen can see, you put two of his fingers in your mouth and suck on them. You run your tongue over them. Then you lean back in your chair, leaving his fingers hanging in the air.
Hotch stares at you, apparently having no idea how to react. So, you tell him: "The bathroom on the floor below us in twenty minutes."
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Spencer and you spent some more time on the profile. Hotch already left his office ten minutes ago. You empty your cup and tell Spencer: "I'll go get some lunch for us. Be back in a few."
He just nods and keeps staring at the file in front of him.
Instead of taking the elevator, you walk down the stairs to the next floor. The toilets are right around the corner. You assume that Hotch went into the men's bathroom, but before you can push against the door, he opens it and pulls you inside.
He locks the door and pins you against it. You press your body against his.
"You will be the death of me." He groans.
You kiss the side of his neck: "That sounds rather nice, doesn't it?"
He chuckles, his hands wandering to the buttons of your jeans.
You stop him: "No time for that."
Getting a condom out of your back pocket, you open the zipper of his dress pants.
Hotch looks at the condom: "You sure? I don't want to be the only one enjoying it."
You kiss him and whisper: "Believe me, I will enjoy it."
That's all the affirmation he needs to push down his pants and boxers. You grab him and switch positions, to have him lean against the door.
Before you touch his dick, you tell him: "You have to be quiet."
He nods frantically.
You get on your knees and grab his cock. Looking up at him, you start to jerk him off. Quickly, his dick hardens. He stares back down at you, his chest heaving. You wink at him and turn your attention to his cock. You kiss the tip, slowly taking it in your mouth. You push him down your throat until you can feel Hotch's balls against your chin. Aaron lets out a stifled moan.
You pull back and spit on his dick. That forces Hotch to bite on his fist to not curse loudly.
With both hands you roll the condom onto him and go right back at it. Since you don't have much time, you want to use the opportunity to test how quickly you can make Hotch cum.
You feel his dick twitch as you push it down your throat a few more times.
Getting up, you grab it with your hand. You replace his fist with your mouth to silence his moans. When you pull back, he buries his face in your sweater.
You continue to jerk him off. With your free hand you grab the back of his neck and hold onto it tightly. You purr into his ear: "Look at you, getting wanked off by your subordinate in the bathroom."
Hotch whimpers into your sweater.
"You look so hot right now." You continue.
You speed up your movements, feeling Aaron's body tense. You press him harder against the door, giving him leverage so his legs won't give out beneath him.
His hips stutter and his arms tighten around your waist.
With another muffled moan he cums into the condom.
You let go of his dick but keep holding him up. When he raises his head, his cheeks are flushed, and his eyes glazed. You get some toilet paper and take the condom off, rolling it into the paper. Hotch is still leaning against the door, head fallen back.
He takes the tissues you offer him and wipes himself clean. You help him put his pants back on, fastening his belt.
A look at the clock tells you that you managed to make him cum in just under four minutes.
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You're already eating the lunch you got for Spencer and yourself when Hotch comes back. He still looks a little disheveled, but it can easily be blamed on stress.
A few minutes later, everyone's phone vibrates.
It's a message from Rossi:
Dinner tonight at my place. 7 p.m. sharp.
It makes you laugh; that's one way to invite your colleagues.
As requested, the whole team is at Rossi's house at 7. The food is great. Penelope is super excited to see everyone together. You and Rossi catch up. He asks if Hotch treats you right, it makes you laugh. Deadpan, Hotch answers: "Of course."
Then, Emily gets the booze. Somewhere, she found a lot of shot glasses and different kinds of strong alcohol. Her and Morgan fill the glasses.
"What's this?" Reid asks.
"Never have I ever." Emily declares.
Hotch sighs.
Reid looks at you, he really doesn't want to get shitfaced.
You tell everyone: "Reid is designated driver for me and Hotch, he can't drink."
"Alright." Morgan rolls his eyes.
"I will drive Emily and Penelope, and probably Morgan." JJ adds.
Rossi laughs, looking at Aaron he says: "Fair enough, but no more exceptions."
You clap your hands: "Who goes first?"
"I will!" Penelope squeals. "Never have I ever had a crush on a team member."
"Oh wow." JJ comments. "Getting right into it, huh?"
"Of course." Penelope grins. "So?"
Everyone reaches for a shot glass, except for Hotch and Rossi. You raise your eyebrow and look at Hotch. He sighs again and also takes a glass.
The others stare at him. He shrugs his shoulders and downs the shot.
It makes you giggle, and you drink as well.
Emily, Morgan, JJ, and Penelope are still looking at him. Spencer and Rossi, however, turn their heads to you. The corners of your mouth twitch, but you manage to keep a straight face.
Finally, the others drink.
"Okay, I'm next." You announce. Looking around you say: "Never have I ever stolen something from a co-worker."
"I borrowed it!" Emily yells.
You squint your eyes: "You still have my blazer, now drink."
"Fine."
This goes on a few more rounds.
When everyone is a little buzzed and it's Emily's turn, she blurts out: "Never have I ever hooked up during a case." JJ kicks her leg under the table, but it's too late.
You start to laugh uncontrollably and take a glass.
Morgan's mouth falls open: "No way!"
You grin: "And you didn't, lover-boy? I expected more from you."
Proudly, Emily also takes a glass.
Hotch, again, hesitates.
He shakes his head: "We really shouldn't share this information."
Rossi looks at him surprised: "Too late to object, Aaron."
Hotch's eyes dart around the group: "Fine." He takes a glass.
Reid's eyes widen, he looks back at you. Oh boy.
You all down your shots.
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You give Spencer your car keys. Giggling, Hotch and you get in the backseat. His voice is way higher when he laughs like that. It makes you giggle even more.
"Onward, my noble steed!" You yell at Reid.
He shakes his head, but you can see amusement on his face.
You find a bottle of water under the driver's seat and down half of it. Then you give it to Aaron, he drinks the rest. With the windows down, it's easier to clear your head.
"Where should I drive first?" Reid asks.
You look at Hotch, he nods.
"My place." You answer.
When you arrive at your apartment, Hotch and you are merely tipsy.
You shoot Hotch a last questioning look, he leans to you and whispers: "He probably has it figured out by now anyways."
Reid turns off the engine.
You get out, Hotch follows you.
Reid leans out the window: "Hotch, this isn't you place."
You squeeze Aaron's hand, and he tells Spencer: "Yeah, but it's my girlfriend's place."
Reid's eyes dart between your intertwined fingers and your faces: "I was right!" He finally yells.
You step closer to him and kiss his cheek: "Of course you were."
He laughs, still stunned by what just has been revealed to him.
You tap the car door a few times: "Good night, Spencer. Pick us up in the morning?"
He nods: "Okay."
Hotch waves at him. You put your arm around Aaron's waist and walk towards the entrance.
After you opened the door, you turn around again and wave at Spencer who is still parked on the curb. He eventually gets it together and starts the engine.
On the way up to your apartment, Hotch says: "That went alright, don't you think?"