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hi hi hiiiii :DDDD first off i wanna say i've been loving scrolling back in your acc and reading ur fics!!! i dont know how i havent followed you sooner, but im here now!!! lolol :"D so!! for the tea prompts, could i perhapse get milk and rosehip tea with guy :O? i feel like he's suuuch an interesting character to write in terms of solidifying things like emotion expression and affection!!! thank u so so much in advance <33333 :D
Aaaa hiiii im such a fan :000 your tags have been brightening my days hehe I get so excited when I read through them n I’m always smiling like an idiot and and and ANYWAY!! Request!! Yes! I totally agree, Guy is so fun to write with and explore, so I really hope you enjoy!!
Request game
Rules
Milk tea: what are their kisses like?
⚙️ough….ough…
⚙️He’s such a sucker for affection and your kisses always catch him off-guard, which always makes him so happy n blushy
⚙️and he rly wants to give that back but he’s so awkward about it
⚙️He wants to make sure you’re perfectly still so he can aim correctly and give you the perfect surprise kiss
⚙️And he definitely did it right, because you really didn’t know what was going on when you felt a light touch to your forehead until you looked up and found Guy right next to you
⚙️You couldn’t even find words to say because HOW is he so CUTE? And so HOT? And KIND??
⚙️luckily, Guy spoke up first
⚙️“A kiss. For you. Since you like giving them so much, you should get some too.”
⚙️WAUGH LIL MAN(well not really little but he’s so CUTE)
⚙️all you could do was sit there in silence, wanting to squeal
⚙️instead, you opted for wrapping your arms around him, nuzzling into his torso
⚙️he returned the action, keeping you close
⚙️Anyway, actual answer to the question
⚙️His kisses are very timid, but once he gets used to giving and receiving them, they become more frequent, but they’re still very special to him.
⚙️He cares so much about you, and, because of that, he wants to make sure he’s as gentle as possible so as not to hurt you by coming on too strong, which includes kisses
⚙️HE<3333
Rosehip tea: how romantic are they? how do they show affection?
⚙️He isn’t really affectionate at first, since this is his first romantic relationship
⚙️When you first started out, he went with things he’d see other couples do, which led to a lot of awkward situations where he thought he was showing affection well, but he just was doing things a bit more…uniquely(affectionate)
⚙️that’s not to say it wasn’t fun or adorable, though
⚙️For instance, he wanted to try taking you to a dessert shop and feed you a bite of his food, but he was so monotonous that you couldn’t help but giggle happily as you took the bite.
⚙️vv cute<3
⚙️Later on, he found what his favorite ways of showing affection were through trial and error, and just by finding what you both liked the most.
⚙️He probably struggles with physical touch(even tho he loves it), and his affections lie in mostly in quality time, acts of service, and clunky words of affirmation
⚙️For example, he values having time with you every day where you can both relax and talk freely, where he gives you some food or you make some together
⚙️Along with that, sometimes he’ll just collapse on top of you or cling to you and you can just FEEL his body soften from its usual stiff position
⚙️it’s always accompanied by a few messy kisses<33333
⚙️overall, he’s a sucker for you and is a romantic lil guy<3
cw: smut, minors dni. fem!reader. a little ooey-gooey.
you've seen izuku in so many perspectives - so many years watching his back, his confident side profile, looking up at his reassuring smile - but one of your favorite ways to observe him is when he's looking up at you, with adoration, with heavy-lidded, lust-blown eyes and rough hands made gentle as they caress your breasts.
your body settles around him, pussy stretched around his cock, legs spread in straddle. by now, you've adjusted to his thickness, and focus only on the sweetness dripping from his eyes. his smile is natural and unyielding as he plays with your breasts while you ride him, using the support of his well-trained abs to sustain yourself. he thumbs at your nipples, impatient, then takes one of your hands gently to pull it into his reach; he kisses the back then the wrist, then takes a couple of your fingers in his mouth to suck as you keep moving.
slow, slow, fast then slow... izuku's hands rub now down your waist, along the curve of your hips, and loop around to grip your ass tightly. he whispers how much he loves you and lifts his torso, pulling you towards him, and you shudder under the slide of his tongue on your skin, up your torso and between your breasts, as he holds you as close as can be. somehow he's even bigger inside you now, perhaps owing to your new angle of connection, perhaps because he only grows in arousal when close to you; you can feel your moans slip out, practically squeezed out of your center. your head lolls back and izuku kisses your neck, sucking softly, the resulting hickeys inevitable and inconsequential. something to worry about later, or never at all.
"izuku..." you mewl his name, and he relishes in the sound of your breathy calls of his name again and again. lowered onto your back soon, he reminds you that he's here, he's always here, and presses in. your fingers intertwine as he slips in and out of you, making your walls flutter, making your heart yearn for him even more, to promise you to never part, to keep sighing his desire for you into your ears, to ensure sloppy kisses forever and that his heart always belongs to you.
now you look up at him again, take in the slope of his shoulders, his sweet visage, and that forever beaming expression. his face, cupped in your shaky hands, all that you need now, all that you will ever need.
"how do you feel?" he asks, breathily. he buries his face into your neck, practically purring with love, love that overflows from him and fills you up.
"like i'm yours."
yours. yours. always yours.
Team Building - Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Reader
WC: 6.3K / navi / preview / gif creds to @shyhotch, i miss you meg :(
Summary: Hotch whisks you away for a team-building session after you reveal to him that your short time at the BAU hasn't been quite enough to assimilate you into the group. You have a wonderful time, you're just confused as to why he leaves the rest of your team behind.
Contents/Warnings: bau!reader, mutual pining!! lots of puppy love ooey gooey mushy pining for each other, a few sexual innuendos/mentions, rossi is stingy, typical cm case contents
feedback is greatly appreciated! comment, reblog, talk in the tags, send me a message, tell me what you think!
In your short time working for the Behavioral Analysis Unit, you’d learned two things:
Never, ever touch Reid’s coffee mug.
Aaron Hotchner is intimidating as fuck.
You lived by these principles; they helped you navigate your work life. You’d carefully avoided the topic of the first one just this morning, quickly putting the mug back in the cabinet when you’d seen the label on it and pretending that you hadn’t touched it at all. Thankfully, the young genius didn’t seem to notice.
But the second one wasn’t so easily avoidable. Your Unit Chief was surly, stubborn, and vigilant, which meant that any little mistake you made put you on thin ice, especially as a newer agent. And that wasn’t to say that he was awful 100% of the time. He joked, he laughed, he smiled, just sparingly. His more common exterior was hardened and cool, which made it tough for you to relax around him sometimes, even knowing that he broke his facade occasionally.
Now was no different. All you were doing was sitting next to him in the van, and he was freaking you out. His commonly-donned suit was fitted tight to his body, and he sat rigid in his seat, never relaxing for a second. You understood the tension, you really did, because you’d just wrapped up a case with a rather unfortunate ending, but you couldn’t understand how he could remain so stoic all the time. You yourself were slumped against the window, the cool glass doing wonders for your heated cheeks.
You told yourself that you were burning up because of the stuffy van, or because you were frustrated over the case you’d just finished. It was local, too, which was a grim reminder that terrible things happened everywhere, even at home. But in reality, you were pretty sure it was because you were sitting close enough to Hotch to smell him.
Equal parts, in fact, attracted to him and afraid of him. That was often the space where horniness brewed.
You couldn’t say that you were feeling the result of combining those two emotions now, though. You were more silently suffering beside him now than you were fantasizing about his large, calloused hands wrapped around your―
You couldn’t say that you were feeling the result of combining those two emotions now, though. You were more silently suffering beside him now than you were fantasizing about his large, calloused hands wrapped around your―
“Y/L/N,” You blinked bewilderedly at the sound of Hotch’s voice, looking dazedly at him as he gestured to the door, “We’re here.”
“Oh,” You mumbled, your cheeks flaring once again, “I’m sorry, I-”
“There’s no need to apologize,” Hotch let a miniscule, exhausted smile creep over his face, “We’re all a little out of it right now.”
You hummed along in agreement, pulling the latch on the car door and stepping onto the rain-soaked ground. It had mostly stopped raining since you started driving, the only thing coming down being a light drizzle that you avoided by keeping a hand hovering above your eyes.
“I booked us for eight,” Garcia stuck by Morgan’s side as they stepped out of the second van, ensuring a seat beside him, “I thought we could treat ourselves tonight, y’know?”
You peered up at the dimly lit neon sign for the gourmet restaurant that Penelope had chosen, your work attire perfectly suited for the formal dress code. You filed through the door one by one, relishing in the slightly warm, cozy atmosphere of the restaurant.
Hotch held the door for you all, and stepped in just behind you, the last one to enter the restaurant. JJ was already speaking to the hostess, giving them your reservation information. You watched her brow furrow as she turned, her eyes scanning the eight of you before she turned back to the hostess and replied.
It seemed like troubling news, whatever it was that they were talking about. You simply shifted your weight between feet while you waited, your shoulder brushing against Hotch’s gently.
“Sorry.” You turned, edging away from him on the tiled floor so that you wouldn’t bump into him again.
“It’s fine,” He murmured, his hand pressing comfortingly into the small of your back for a split second as you steadied yourself, “Don’t worry about it.”
His voice was arguably more soothing and beautiful than the violin music coming from the speakers. You didn’t usually have the pleasure of hearing him outside of the office, and his work voice contrasted starkly with what you’d just heard. There was no tension, no professional lining to it, it was smooth, and low, and soft.
The feeling of his hand on your back nearly took you out, your head practically spinning as you tried focusing on JJ when she turned to face you all.
“They’re splitting us up,” She started, a sympathetic grimace on her face, “They’ve only got two tables, one for five and one for two. They said we could stick an extra chair at the one for five, but two of us are gonna have to eat separately.”
You watched everyone look awkwardly around, silently praying for someone else to take one for the team. Take two for the team, you supposed.
“I’ll go,” You stepped forward, drawing everyone’s attention, “You guys enjoy your meal together!”
You didn’t feel unwelcome at the Bureau, by any means. But the rest of the team had worked together for significantly longer than you had, and you would feel bad sticking with them while their older friends had to eat elsewhere. You didn’t mind sitting one dinner out, especially if you’d get to eat some of the food that you saw being carted around.
There was a palpable release of tension at your volunteering, a few people sending you appreciatively sympathetic smiles, though there was still the matter of who’d be dining with you.
You half hoped for Prentiss or Garcia, though you were sure that the latter wouldn’t dare leave Morgan’s side unless it was absolutely necessary. You mulled over the thought of dining with Reid, though you weren’t sure you’d be able to listen to him with the proper attention that he deserved, you were practically falling asleep standing up.
Before you could run through any other possible eating arrangements, that same smooth voice came from behind you, “I’ll join you, Y/L/N.”
You were almost certain that a few of your team members caught the way that your eyes widened a fraction. You turned tentatively to face Hotch, nodding and returning the half-smile that he sent your way.
“Right, well now that we’re all settled,” Prentiss smiled at you, nodding again in thanks, “Let’s eat, I’m starving.”
You joined the group as they were led to their table, hovering awkwardly beside it while the waiter got them situated. You felt Hotch’s presence behind you, intimidating even in silence and out of sight, but soon enough your waiter was leading you to your own table.
The table for two was just as romantically-undertoned as you’d expected it to be. Candles stood tall and flickering between the two plates, and a single rose rested in a vase between them. You felt your legs threaten to give out as you sat down, your brain overanalyzing the way that Hotch pulled your chair out for you.
You busied yourself with your napkin, spreading it over your lap while Hotch sat. You weren’t sure if you’d have been able to stand the sight of his hands gripping the back of the chair, or the way that his pants hugged his thighs as they flexed when he sat.
“We’ll be back to take your orders in a bit, but could we get you started with any drinks?” The waiter hovered beside your table, pen and paper in hand as he looked between the two of you.
“I’ll just have a water,” You started, smiling gratefully at the waiter, “Thank you.”
“The same for me, please.” Hotch folded his hands together on the table, his watch glinting in the low lights of the restaurant, “Thanks.”
The waiter nodded, hurrying off to fulfill whatever orders he needed to bring out next. You glanced around at the floral patterns lining the accent wall of the restaurant, taking your blissfully granted opportunity to look at anything but the man across from you.
“Just water?” Hotch spoke after a moment, his eyes tracking you as you snapped back to attention.
“I’m not really in the mood for much else,” You hummed, “And you?”
“The only other thing I’m in the mood for is alcohol, and I don’t think they serve what I need here.” He cracked one of his rare jokes, a soft smile spreading over his face when you laughed.
“Tonight was tough,” You regretted bringing down the mood at the table, but you weren’t sure what else to say, “I think I’d agree with you that nothing they have here is hard enough.”
The waiter had sidled back over to your table by then, setting your waters down and giving you something to do.
Hotch took a sip of his and you pointedly avoided watching him, but you saw him nod at your words.
“I’m just glad we all made it out of there alive.”
You tried to take his words at face value, ‘we all’ meaning you and your team, but you couldn’t help but think of the unsub’s final victim, shot in the crossfires of the man’s takedown. You were certain you wouldn’t be able to forget watching her lifeless body fall to the ground any time soon. Not all of you had made it out of there alive, and you couldn’t help but blame yourself.
If you had just been faster; better at negotiation, perhaps? You were sure that there was a way to have gotten her out of there before she was killed, and it was disheartening to know that you’d failed her.
“Y/N?” For the second time that evening, Hotch’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. You realized that your grip on the glass had tightened slightly, your fingers pressed against the dewy cup until condensation ran down your wrist.
“Sorry,” You mumbled feebly, your cheeks growing hot as you registered his switch from your last name to your first, “I just- I was thinking about her.”
His face dimmed, and you regretted making the light leave his eyes.
“I am too,” He admitted, “Just don’t blame yourself.”
“But we-”
“Couldn’t have done anything.” Hotch didn’t even let you finish your sentence, giving you a knowing look, “Guilt like that will tear you apart. It gets easier with time, and this is one of your first, so I know it’s a lot. But I- uh, we are here to help, if you need it. Okay?”
His rather impromptu speech seemed to have drained him, his chest heaving with a long exhale when he stopped talking. Your eyes had widened slightly, and you nodded hesitantly at his words.
“Thank you, Hotch.”
“We’re not at work, Y/N,” He seemed relieved that you’d taken his advice, a gentle smile spreading over his face, “You can call me Aaron.”
“Thank you, Aaron.” You corrected yourself, sending him a similar smile as you sipped from your glass, your heart fluttering as his only widened.
“We should figure out what we want,” Aaron suggested, reaching for the menu that was set atop his plate, “It’s been a while since I ate here last.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been,” You mused, thumbing carefully through your own menu, “I haven’t really been out to eat much since moving here.”
Aaron let out a sympathetic hum at your words, “I’ve been living here for years and I still haven’t been out to eat much.”
You let out a short chuckle, your eyes skimming the seafood section of your menu, “Well, maybe if you left the office before eleven every once in a while, you’d have more dinner opportunities.’
“Maybe,” Aaron hid his wistful smile behind his menu, “But how do you know I never leave before eleven?”
You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to stop your bashful grin from spreading, “Well, okay, maybe I should leave earlier too.”
“Definitely,” He nodded, “It’s your first year on the job and you’re already trying to rival my hours.”
“I could never steal your title as reigning workaholic,” You teased, adoring the beautiful grin that seemed permanently affixed to Aaron’s lips now, “I think I’d work myself to death trying.”
He looked down at his menu once more, not to figure out what he wanted, but to keep the fondness he knew was brewing in his gaze out of sight. He could feel the rest of the team staring at the two of you, and he knew that he was acting more open now than he usually ever was with them. It was bound to raise questions.
“Have you two had time to look at the menu?” The waiter came back, asking despite seeing the menus in both of your hands. You nodded, handing them over as he jotted down your orders. The food was expensive, you knew the bill would be large, but Rossi had volunteered to pick up the tab (before he knew where you were going), and you weren’t going to let him take back his poorly timed generosity now.
The waiter left with your orders and your menu, leaving you and Hotch to pick up conversation again. You hoped to steer it away from your jobs, the topic all-too-familiar, and into something that might let you know more about your Unit Chief as a person.
“How’s Jack doing?” It was a good start, apparently, if the widening of Aaron’s smile was anything to go by.
“Good,” He glanced at his phone, and you knew that if he’d tapped the screen a picture of his son would come up, “He wants me to bring him back a book, even though this one was local. We have a little tradition, every time I miss reading him a bedtime story. I have to pick one up from wherever we are. I told him I’ll be home tonight, but I think he went to bed early just to weasel another book out of me.”
“Oh,” You gushed, “That’s adorable! What kind of books does he like to read?”
“We’re in the middle of the Magic Treehouse series right now.” Aaron reached into his suit jacket, rifling through a plastic bag that was tucked inside and flashing the cover for #64, “We’re only on number thirteen, but I miss a lot of bedtime stories.”
You hummed sympathetically, “I’m sure he’s happy when you do get to read them.” “He is,” Aaron smiled softly, images of his sleepy son asking him for one more chapter flashing through his head, “He doesn’t let anyone else read them to him. Just me.”
You cooed at the admission, watching Aaron’s cheeks tinge just the slightest bit pink. You caught Prentiss’s eye from across the room, her own blown wide open as she gestured frantically between you and Hotch.
You looked away as if you hadn’t seen her, not wanting to ruin the moment you’d gotten yourself into with Aaron.
“What about you? Are you a big reader?” Hotch raised an eyebrow, taking another sip from his drink.
“Well I’ve advanced a bit past the Magic Treehouse series,” You joked, “But yeah, I usually read on the jet.”
“I’ve noticed,” Aaron admitted, not missing the way your eyes widened almost imperceptibly at the thought of him watching you, “Sometimes I can’t even see your face behind the book you’re reading.”
“I just get into it,” You groaned sheepishly, “They’re good books!”
“I’m sure.” Aaron hummed into his glass, the water level dwindling as he glanced around the restaurant.
--
By the time you’d gotten your food, you’d received twelve texts. Six from Penelope, three of which had some form of sexual innuendo about them, two from Prentiss, who demanded that you reveal your true feelings over your accidental candlelight dinner, one from JJ, asking you if the bread at your table was as dry as it was at theirs, one from Rossi who had mispelled several words in asking if you were ‘comsiderig tbis a datw’, and finally, one from Reid, complete gibberish which he’d accidentally typed while the phone was in his pocket.
You ignored all but Penelope’s, knowing that she’d come over to your table and talk to you herself, right then and there, if you didn’t answer.
Shut up, you typed, your fingers tapping the screen below your table so as not to look rude, If you guys ruin this for me I’ll ruin you.
You watched with disdain as Penelope handed her phone to Derek, the two giggling at your message before Derek typed back.
Someone’s real defensive ;) - D
Just stop looking at me like you expect me to strip for him right here, I can’t-
“How was your food?” Hotch raised an eyebrow, watching your gaze shoot up to meet his in surprise. He let out an apologetic, ‘oh,’ shaking his head slightly, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“No problem,” You locked your phone eagerly, happy to not have to carry on conversation with the other table anymore, stuffing it in your pocket, “It wasn’t important.”
You would have been content to continue your casual conversation with the man, but his eyes lingered on you, the flickering candlelight between you reflected in his discerning gaze.
“Y/N,” He started, a hint of something you’d never heard (uncertainty?) in his voice, “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” You hoped that the way your voice shook was just in your head, because the simple question had your stomach in knots, “Ask away.”
“Why did you volunteer to sit here so fast?”
“What?”
“When we got the news that we needed to split,” Aaron gestured back to the hostess stand, “You stepped up almost immediately. Why was that?”
You knew you wouldn’t be able to lie to a profiler, let alone a seasoned one like Hotch. But you tried anyways, letting a smile that didn’t reach your eyes cross your face as you joked, “I just wanted to get things moving along so we could eat faster.”
He hummed in acknowledgement of your answer, but not in acceptance. He took another long sip of his now-refilled water, speaking again after licking his lips softly.
“What you said back there: ‘You guys enjoy your meal together?’”
“What about it?” Your brow furrowed as Hotch quoted you, uncertainty brewing in the pit of your stomach as he kept his eyes locked on you.
“You weren’t taking one for the team, Y/N. You were excluding yourself. Why?”
“I don’t- I don’t really think that-”
“Please be honest with me.” Hotch murmured, his own brows dipping as he watched your reactions to his questions, “I’d like to know what your reasoning was. It’s important to me.”
Another lie was on the tip of your tongue, ready to spill from your lips, but Hotch’s concerned eyes seemed to melt your stubbornness away, and you sighed inaudibly.
“I felt like they’d enjoy a meal together more than if I was there. They’ve known each other for way longer than they’ve known me, it makes sense for me to duck out first.”
Hotch finally seemed to take your answer as the truth, which was good, because you’d never been more honest with the man. His face was set in his usual neutral frown, but his lips shifted miniscully as he monitored your confession.
“I- I know I’m welcome here,” You felt as though you needed to contribute more to the discussion, him having fallen silent and leaving an awkward air behind, “I just thought that I’d let everyone else have their dinner together.”
Before you’d even said the last word, the waiter had come by with your check. Apparently the other table was taking longer, even though Rossi had forbade anyone from ordering dessert and lengthening the bill.
“Thank you,” Aaron broke out of his trance, his eyes leaving yours for the first time in minutes as he slid his card into the folder, “The food was excellent.”
“Hotch,” You murmured, forgoing his first name after your conversation had taken such an intimate turn, “Rossi said-”
“I’d like to pay for tonight.” He stated simply, handing the waiter back your bill, “Would you return the card to that table? We need to leave rather urgently.” Hotch gestured between the two of you, and your heart sunk. Were you terrible enough company for him to want to rush out like this? How awful had your admission been to drive him away?
Tears stung at your eyes and you ducked your head to hide them from Hotch, though you knew he saw them anyways. The waiter frowned at the odd request, but ultimately complied, leaving your table once more to charge the card.
Hotch stood abruptly, readjusting his suit jacket on his shoulders and subsequently rustling the plastic bag inside. You made to stand up by yourself, but Hotch circled the table, gripping the arms of your chair and gently pulling you out from the table. He laid a hand on your arm, guiding you up and out of the chair, then the same hand flew once more to the small of your back.
You tensed at the contact, and you knew he felt it. But he didn’t back down, waving subtly at the rest of your team and leading you out the front doors of the building.
You followed him without protest, walking side by side through the parking lot. His hand never left its comforting position on your lower back, even though the mood of the situation was less-than-pleasant.
You felt anxiety churning your stomach as he stepped up to the van, unlocking the doors and holding the passenger’s side open for you.
“Hop in,” He offered at your hesitant gaze, “We’re going team building.”
“Team building?”
“Team building.” He confirmed, offering no further explanation, “In.”
You climbed into the van, sliding your seatbelt over your chest and thanking him softly when he went to shut the door for you. You felt your phone vibrate relentlessly in your pocket, probably another round of texts from everyone wondering if you were boning your boss in the government vehicle. Hotch rounded the front of the van in seconds, stepping up into the driver’s side seat and starting up the car.
“Dessert preference?” He adjusted his mirrors, not bothering to look you in your (very confused) eyes.
“Wh- what?”
“What do you want for dessert?” He finally glanced over at you, “We’re stopping by a bakery.”
“Oh, Hotch, you don’t have to-” You cut yourself off at his stern gaze, not sure whether it was because you’d called him ‘Hotch’ or because you were protesting his actions. Probably a bit of both, so you swallowed, starting again, “What do they have?”
“A bunch,” Aaron glanced behind him, stretching a hand to rest on the back of your seat as he turned, backing out of the spot with his free hand, “I usually get a muffin.”
“That sounds good,” You hummed, trying to focus on anything but the soft bulge of his muscles from under his shirt, “Um, Aaron?”
He seemed much more pleased once you addressed him the way he’d asked, turning to face you with a soft smile, “Yes?”
“Why are you doing this?”
“What do you mean?” His smile never fell, traces of amusement lingering as it dimmed.
“This,” You gestured to the road he’d started on, “Why did we leave the restaurant?”
“Because we were finished eating.” He spoke plainly, “That’s what you do once you pay the check.”
“That’s not what I mean,” You let out an exasperated but lighthearted scoff, a small smile creeping over your lips, “I mean, why did we ditch everyone and drive to a bakery at eight at night?”
“Oh,” Aaron feigned surprise, “That.”
“Yes that,” You let out a breathy laugh, “Is there a reason you abducted me?”
“Abducted,” Aaron scoffed, shaking his head as his smile turned fond, “I told you. Team building.”
“Well we left our team back there.”
“I didn’t think you’d want to tell them what you told me.” Aaron’s voice became softer, more sincerity coating it rather than its previously-contained sarcasm.
“So that’s why you’re doing this?”
“Yes.” He nodded once, “I’m glad that you don’t feel unwelcome with us, but if you still think that you’re the odd one out, you clearly haven’t spent enough time with us outside of the office.”
“That’s not- I don’t think I’m the odd one out!” You protested weakly, “I’m just the newest.”
“But that doesn’t mean you’re the least desirable.” Aaron glanced over at you carefully from the driver’s seat, “It’s important to me that this team feels like one. And if you’re not feeling that a hundred percent, I’m going to do something about it.”
His sincere concern for you left more butterflies swarming around your stomach than you’d have liked to admit. You wished so desperately that you could turn off your attraction to him, that you could take his words at face value and treat him like your boss. But there was always the desire for something more hidden deep inside of you, and it crawled further and further towards the light the more he expressed such gentle care for you.
You leaned to the left slightly as he turned the van rather sharply, and his hand shot out to rest on your thigh.
“You okay?” He murmured, his brows furrowed in concern.
“I’m good,” You answered honestly, your eyes locked onto the way that his hand dug slightly into your thigh, “I’m good.”
“Good.” He parroted you, a satisfied smile adorning his features.
When he finally pulled into the bakery’s parking lot, the dimly lit sign flickered with age. It was a little hole-in-the-wall place, shelves lining the walls of different baked goods that looked a thousand times better than any tiny portion you’d have gotten at the restaurant you’d eaten at.
Aaron gestured subtly to the rack of muffins, “That’s what I usually get. But you’re welcome to anything, Y/N.”
Your eyes skimmed over the prices listed on the display cases, flickering away from items whenever the first digit went over 5. You felt in your pocket, making sure that you still had your spare $5 that you’d stuck in there after lunch that day. Finally you decided on a chocolate croissant, smiling kindly at the woman behind the counter as you ordered.
“And a chocolate muffin, please.” Aaron was suddenly right behind you, that comforting touch of his hand on your lower back again, “Thank you.”
You didn’t dare turn, having heard his voice from right beside your head. You weren't sure what you'd do if you made eye contact with him while your faces were that close, but you knew you wouldn't be able to control yourself. If he felt you tense once more at his touch, he didn’t let on, standing confidently behind you at the counter as he waited for the woman ringing you up to be finished.
Your total came out to be less than $5, and you jumped at the chance to repay one of Aaron’s many favors towards you that night. Before you could so much as touch the bill that laid in your pocket, though, Aaron was sliding another card over the counter and handing it to the woman.
“Aaron-” You started, “Please let me pay for this.”
“Not neccessary,” He brushed you off, pushing your hand away when you offered up your cash, “This was my idea, I’ll cover the tab.”
You wanted to protest more, to insist that he let you pay, but you would have caused a scene, and you didn’t want to inflict that upon the poor employee. Instead you merely frowned, nodding in agreement and thanks.
You took the bag that the woman handed you, the brown paper wrinkling under your touch. You could feel the heat from the pastries inside, and even though you’d just eaten, your stomach twisted eagerly at the thought of a warm, gooey chocolate croissant.
Aaron slipped his card back into his wallet, his hand returning to its now permanent place against your back. His touch was electrifying, burning through the layers of clothing you had on and searing your skin.
You wished that the night hadn’t been as chilly as it was, because when he removed his hand to open the door for you, you felt a chill. You tried to commit the feeling of his hand pressing flush against your back to your memory, ashamed as you admitted to yourself that you’d spend many a night trying to relive the scenario.
You set the bag of warm pastries in your lap, thanking Aaron softly as he helped you get settled again. His attentiveness hadn’t gone unnoticed by you, and you couldn’t help but read further into it than you should have. The attraction that had been swelling in your chest since the moment you laid eyes on the man was starting to surface, and you weren’t sure if you’d be able to contain it if he touched you any more than he already had.
He stepped up into the van with the same confidence he had before, settling himself in his seat but waiting to shut his door.
He slid his suit jacket off of his shoulders, eyeing your sheer blouse, “You cold?”
You felt heat rise to your cheeks, your jaw tensing before you stammered, “Only a little, but I don’t-”
Before you could finish your feeble protests he had spread out the jacket, twisting his arms in what was probably a very uncomfortable gesture to lower the fabric over your shoulders. The faint scent that you had caught being sat beside him earlier was nothing compared to the smell that enveloped you as the fabric of his jacket clung to your shoulders, cozy and inviting, faintly husky.
Without meaning to, you shrunk into the jacket, relishing in what would probably be the closest you’d ever get to hugging the man.
He watched you with that same hint of fondness he’d displayed in the restaurant, finally shutting his door and keeping the cold out. You thanked him softly, biting your lips to contain your overjoyed smile at the advances you were determined to look too far into.
“It’s no problem, Y/N.” His voice, just as low as it normally was, created a completely different atmosphere than it typically did, warming your heart instead of chilling it. While he was usually intimidating and cold, the affection dripping from his sincere smile made you genuinely forget what he looked like when he was stoic.
It was a beautiful expression on him, happiness. You wished that you could see it all the time, that his work didn’t suck so much joy out of his life, but you made a mental note to ask him about Jack more, because the same emotions lit up his face at the mention of his son.
You realized you’d been staring at him for way too long, clearing your throat lightly. Your eyes were locked onto his own, and you must have had some delusional lapse of coherency, because you could have sworn that his eyes had flickered down to your lips for a split second. But you had to be imagining things.
He reached forward, and your chest tightened. You swallowed lightly, preparing yourself for whatever impossible scenario was about to happen, but his hand only curled around the bakery bag, unfurling the crinkled paper.
You cursed yourself for being so hopelessly romantic, watching as he reached in, his muffin and your croissant in the same large hand.
“Here,” He handed you your pastry, “We’re eating in the car.”
“Isn’t that a bit unprofessional?” You teased, priding yourself on your steady voice.
“That’s the point.” He grinned, breaking off a piece of his muffin and popping it into his mouth, speaking delicately around the treat, “We have to be unprofessional together if we want to work well professionally.”
It was a sensible statement, it really was. But your mind began wandering to all of the other unprofessional things that you two could do together, Derek and Penelope’s teasing far too accurate to what ran rampant in your brain.
You took a bite of your croissant to give you something to do, to fill your mouth so that none of the words on the tip of your tongue could fall out and embarrass you.
You hummed softly at the warm pastry, the taste of chocolate fresh on your tongue, “‘S good.”
“Mine too,” Aaron agreed, leaning his seat back so that he was all but laying down, “Y’wanna open the sunroof? We can look out at the stars.”
You couldn’t help but scoff incredulously, an amused smile on your face, “Where did this come from?”
“What are you talking about?”
“This,” You gestured to him lounging in his government vehicle, munching on a warm chocolate muffin far too late into the night, “What happened to you? Is it the jacket?” You brushed a hand against the fabric over your frame, “When you take it off, does it break some grumpy spell you’ve had cast over you by a mean old witch? You’re a completely different person than I’ve ever seen you!”
He laughed, long and loud and free at your accusations, his eyes crinkling at the corners as chocolate stained his lower lip, “That’s why we need to do this, Y/N. We need to know each other outside of the office, or else we won’t know each other at all.”
You smiled, shaking your head teasingly at his words. This was a side of Aaron Hotchner that you liked, one that didn’t make you want to shrivel under his gaze and apologize for something that you didn’t do.
“This is not what I had expected of tonight,” You admitted, rolling back the sunroof and reclining your own seat, “I thought you were gonna fire me or something.”
“What?”
“Well, I mean, you ran us out of that restaurant like it was rigged to blow!” You urged, eyes wide as you swiped chocolate off of your cheek, “I admitted I didn’t feel like one of the team quite yet and I thought you were gonna ensure that I never would be!”
He let out another one of his laughs, the sound quickly climbing your list of favorites, “I wouldn’t fire you for that. But, I mean, are you enjoying this? Even if it’s not what you’d expected?”
You wanted to gush, to tell him that it was the best night you’d had since moving to Virginia, profess your undying love for the man right then and there. But you caught yourself before you could, your tongue digging at your bottom lip to rid it of chocolate stains, and you spoke carefully and sincerely instead.
“I’m enjoying it. Thank you, Aaron,” His name felt comfortable on your tongue now, instead of foreign, “I really appreciate this. I was nervous, y’know. To tell you. Because I don’t even think I’d admitted it to myself, I.. I was kind of just trying to pretend. Fake it ‘till you make it, y’know?”
He nodded, his eyes drifting to the open sunroof above you and trailing after each star that he could see, “I know what you mean. But I’m glad you’re having a good time, Y/N. I’m sorry I didn’t bring it up until now,” A frown threatened to take over his beautiful smile, and it tugged at your heartstrings, “But you’re just as valuable as anyone else on our team, whether we’ve known your for minutes, for days, or for years.”
His sweet sentiment, murmured in that beautifully low, soothing voice of his, had you containing yet another massive smile. This time you let it break free, though, not even bothering to hide it behind your croissant as you turned to catch his eye.
“Thank you, Aaron, again.”
“Anytime,” He hummed, “You can tell me, you know? If things don’t feel right.”
What didn’t feel right was that you weren’t in his arms. He wasn’t holding you, he wasn’t kissing you, he wasn’t loving you. But you shook those desires away, nodding thankfully.
“I will,” You weren’t sure if you’d keep that vow, the threat of annoying him with your mediocre feelings scarier to you than feeling out of place. But you placated him with promises anyways, so that he settled back into his seat, his muffin nearly gone.
“Favorite star?” He asked, breaking a moment of silence.
“I- I don’t have one,” You hesitated, frowning slightly, “Do you?”
“No,” He admitted, a light blush dusting his cheeks as they raised into a bashful grin, “I don’t know why I asked.”
You laughed, the sound lighting up his expression just like his had done to you, “You don’t have to make conversation if you don’t have anything to say,” You chided him, “I’m perfectly happy to sit in silence for a bit.”
“You are?” He glanced over at you, something hesitant lingering behind his eyes.
“Of course!” You took another bite of your croissant, careful not to get crumbs on the jacket still draped over you, “This is nice.”
“It is.” A wistful smile broke out over Aaron’s face, and he tore his eyes away from you before he could do anything rash, “Thank you for opening up to me, Y/N.”
“Thank you for joining me tonight,” Your words held more behind them than you hoped Aaron perceived, “I’m glad it was you.”
You were too busy staring at the stars to watch him react to what you’d said, so you missed his eyes darting to your cozy figure, curled up on the seat in his jacket with your croissant in your hands. He admired you for longer than he’d like to admit, his eyes raking down your form and back up again, drinking in the sight of you in his jacket.
“Me too, Y/N,” He murmured, turning back to the stars, “Me too.”
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A/N: i hope you enjoyed!! i've actually got a multi-chaptered hotch x bau!reader story in the works, and i might tweak this and add it in as a chapter. but for now, it's a standalone!
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is this a safe space. can i share this.
ive been thinking of the red lights duo (im having a chan phase)
hyunjin that sees you struggling with unreciprocated(?) feelings for chan and in his benevolence decided he just NEED to help out a friend. work out some frustration. its only fair, when seeing how worked up you get when visiting them during dance practice.
u just kNOW hed be so sly with it. that little shit. languid, torturous moves, whispering 'isnt this better? dont you see you dont need that guy?'. the smirk. god the smirk. so self assured when you finally give in and let him to what he wants to do to you.
maybe i like a little drama. maybe im just a little scared of pisces men
this is the safest place, because this??? this is crazy, in the best possible way
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The thought of Hyunjin going all out, taking you apart slowly and entirely, on his fingers, on his tongue, until he finally slides into you, thick and hot, his beautiful body draped over you, caging you against the bed, the ends of his hair tickling your face as he kisses you, licking into your mouth slowly.
"You love it like this, don't you," he purrs, pulling out almost all the way and rolling his hips as he sheaths himself back into you to the hilt. You shudder out a moan. "Slow and deep," he thrusts in again, a deep groan forcing its way out of his throat when you clench around him, "all-consuming, worshipping you like this."
You can't help but nod, barely able to compute what he's saying with how otherworldly it feels when he rolls his hips into you, hitting places you never thought possible.
He fucks you deeper, his fingers lacing with yours, pulling your hand to rest above your head. His breathing stutters when he stares down at you, and you can barely look away. Pleasure looks so good on him. Possessiveness, too, you note. You pull him in for another kiss, and he goes willingly, groaning into your mouth when you wrap your legs around his waist, allowing him to slide even deeper.
"Fuck, baby, darling, angel, don't you see," he breathes into your lips, dragging his down until he's buried in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against the shell of your ear.
"Only I can fuck you like this, love you like this."
He pulls back, lets go of your hand in favour of cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing over your sweaty skin as he watches you, beautifully fucked out underneath him. He snakes his other hand between you, finds your clit, and you swear you see stars. His hips pick up speed, snapping into you harder, deeper than before.
He lets his forehead fall against yours, and all you can see is him; him and his sparkling eyes, his reverent, gentle hands, the elegant arch of his eyebrows as a twin heat coils in his abdomen with every thrust of his hips.
You cum around him suddenly, without warning, and he fucks you through it slowly and gently, he holds you through it, too, his hand on your face, his forehead against yours, watching every fibre of your being explode into pleasure, mumbling filthy nothings until he finally stills, a heady moan on his lips when he spills into you.
And even though Chan stares at you the next day, his brows furrowed when he notices the hickey on your neck, you find it hard to focus on him – because there's maybe the most beautiful man you've ever seen, right in front of you, smiling at you, his head cocked to the side as he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear with a familiarity that makes your insides do a swoop.
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