Interrogation Techniques

For the anon who requested 45 and 58 with Reid “My eyes are up here.” “It would be a lot easier if you weren’t so attractive.”

Warnings: Some degrading language

‘Type killers’ always got under your skin a little more than random acts of violence. Seeing all those faces that looked eerily similar, murdered just for having the misfortune of sharing traits with someone else long gone. It bothered you even more when you were sitting and staring at a pile of woman who bore a striking resemblance to you.

Your teammates kept a close eye on your for the entire week, which only added to the slight paranoia that came with looking like murder victims. Once the guy was in handcuffs and shoved into an interrogation room you felt a weight you didn’t even realize you were carrying being lifted from your shoulders.

“We still need a confession.” Hotch announced coming into the room that your team was sat in, watching the unsub who seemed far too calm and collected. “We’ve got him on at least two accounts, but a confession for the other four would solidify his prison sentence.” The room was silent for a moment, all of their minds following separate trains of thought, but all arriving at the same station.

“I’ll go in.” You nodded, standing up from the desk you’d previously been stationed at. Spencer, who had been resting beside you shoot up immediately at your words.

“What? No!” You ignored him, turning to face your boss, straightening your back in a way you knew showed your determination. You knew what you had to do; it came with the job.

“Hotch, we all know his chances of talking are considerably higher if I go in and play nice. If you go in and start with that tough guy routine we’re going to move nowhere but backwards.”

“(Y/N) no.” Spencer stated using his firmest voice. His hand gripped at your arm and you continued to ignore him.

“I’ll go in, I’ll be able to catch him off guard, get him talking. If it- I mean if I’m not getting anywhere I’ll come out and you and Morgan can go in and do what you need to do.” Spencer’s hand tightened slightly and you lifted yours up to pat his, not breaking eye contact with Hotch.

“Go in. Play nice. If he gets too… crude. But no information is coming through you get up and you leave or I will come in and remove you myself.” You cocked an eyebrow before nodding and removing yourself from Reid grip.

“Gotcha.” You nodded turned around and swiftly removing the blazer you were wearing and popping open a few buttons on your shirt. You stood up straight and fixed your hair giving yourself a moment to collect your thoughts. When you zoned back in you couldn’t help but smirk slightly.

“My eyes are up here.”  You teased, putting a finger under Spencer’s chin and lifting. He glared. Okay maybe not a time for jokes.

“You’re not meat, (Y/N). Don’t unbutton your shirt for that pervert.” You smiled gently and moved your hand up to pat his cheek.

“You’re sweet Spence, but if it gets a confession out I think I’ll manage. I get similar looks from the creeps that stalk the subway. I’ll manage.” He made a soft noise of protest and you hushed him quickly, “I’ll be okay.”

Thirty seconds later you were swiftly entering the interrogation room, sitting in the chair and keeping your head down as you looked through the files, giving him a moment to really look at you. You felt a bit… dirty. Allowing yourself to be ogled at but when you looked up and caught his staring at you practically licking your slips you had to bite down a smirk. You’d gotten worse. Most women above the age of… well. Birth. Had gotten worse from people passing on the streets. Being leered at for a few minutes would be worth it if it meant this sicko was put away for a long long time.

The first few questions were easy. He answered them gladly, licking his lips from time to time, eyes focused on you. His comments were lude but not obscene. You were making progress.

“Do you know any of these women?” You asked, setting a series of photos out in front of him.


“You didn’t look.”

“I’m sorry, Skank. But I can’t seem to focus. It would be a lot easier if you weren’t so damn attractive. Or if you had the decency to button your top.” Your body tensed. The profile pointed to all signs of him wanting to sexual engage his victims, not that their appeal angered him. You opened your mouth to ask again when you heard a shuffle from outside the door.

“Reid!” Emily called as Spencer burst into the room, face flushed with anger. You raised both eyebrows in surprise. Reid quickly approached you, gently grabbing you by the elbow and lifting you from the seat nudging you towards the open door where Emily stood looking shocked.

Spencer turned on the unsub not even waiting to make sure you left and his eyes became a kind of intense you’d never seen before. It was like they were oozing with anger. He’d never looked so intimidating.

“Hello, I’m that Skank’s husband, and I will be finishing your interrogation.” He sneered as you let the door fall shut. You stood completely shocked for a second, mind processing what just happened. Spence rarely ever lost his cool. You waited another moment before you allowed yourself the pleasure of a little smirk. That’s your man.

im super into criminal minds rn !! im not usually too keen on crime shows but this one stuck to me cause the characters are so great ,, theyre all like a family and i really enjoy their interactions (as well as the cast, who are also great people !)

When it’s season twelve and you’re the only original profiler left from season one…

You’re the Boss

Pairing: Hotchner x Reader

Requested by anon: could you write imagine with Hotch,where the reader step-sister Penelope and helps her with her work (like an Intern).Once Hotch was asked to help the reader with something and she is trying to “quietly” seduce him.Aaron understands this and talks to her about it,but she continues to seduce him. Hotch tries to pull away,because she’s many years younger,but in the end loses,and it leads to hot sex in his office. Sorry if this is too much detail.Even if you do not accept,in any case, thank you :)

A/N:  When I talked about having a naughty dream, another anon asked for some rough sex with Hotch, and this only seemed fitting to the matter.  So major smut warning ahead.  Features a ‘sir’ kink and a bit of spanking in case anyone isn’t into that…

Originally posted by aarongregthomas

“I know it doesn’t sound that exciting, but my dearest pineapple, you have to start from somewhere,” Penelope said to her stepsister, handing her a stack of files.

“I know, I know.  Only way is up,” Y/N replied, grabbing the files and papers that she’d be instructed to organize in the filing cabinets.  Being an intern at the FBI may not have been the dream job, but it was going to look good on the resume and slowly but surely, she’d be able to climb the federal ladder.

“Garcia, do you have your debriefing paperwork?” Aaron Hotchner asked from his office door.  Y/N’s attention focused to the Unit Chief of the BAU.  The man had actually caught her attention since the minute she walked into the bullpen, his dark and stern gaze giving her goosebumps, the good kind.

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Christmas Morning

The First Noel

Bar Fight

Cell Phone

Ex Boyfriend


A Family

Freezing Cold (1,2)

Hit Me

Sick Day





Paperwork Hell


Halloween Huntsman (1, 2

Reader x Reid 

By the Fire

Interrogation Techniques

My Beauty My First

Flu Season

In the Crossfire



Hard Times

Dr. Doctor

Movie Night

Cutthroat Kitchen


Worry Wart

Reader x Gibbs

In Need


Bad Mood Blues

The Outcome

A Saint

Tit for Tat


Little Sister

Watching You


Ex, Why, We

Storage Room


Great View 

Reader x Dinozzo

When the Going Gets Tough




Mr. Jealousy

Reader x McGee


Surprise Vistor (Implied)



Reader x Garcia 

I’d Never Leave You

Reader x Emily Prentiss 


Reader x Derek Morgan

A Flirt




Reader x Rossi


“How’s that hot chocolate, bud?” 

Jack took a sip and gave a small smile, “It’s good, daddy. But….”

“But?” Aaron questioned with a slight stern voice. It was beyond past Jack’s bedtime but he had insisted on staying up until Aaron came home and by the time that came, he had wanted some piping hot chocolate. 

“I should have asked [y/n] to make it.” Jack mumbled softly, taking another sip.

Aaron chuckled, “Did I not make it like [y/n]?” You had been babysitting Jack for almost a year now, falling into the job on accident when you had substituted his class one day. Jack had adored you so much that he made Aaron hunt you down to become his new babysitter. 

“No…[y/n] doesn’t use the packets, she makes it from scratch and adds big fluffy marshmallows.” Looking up at his father, he sighed. “I really like [y/n], daddy.” 

“I’ll make sure to get her recipe.” Raising a brow, he nodded. “I like her too, buddy.” 

Jack handed off his mug to his father, nestling into bed, he hesitantly spoke out. “Do you like her, like her?”

Tucking him in, “What do you mean, Jack?” 

Yawning, Jack closed his eyes. “I wish she never had to leave. I wish she could be my second mommy.” Before Aaron could utter a response, Jack was fast asleep, dreaming about building a gigantic fort with you. 

Pressing a kiss to his forehead, Aaron quietly left his room. His son’s last words were replaying in his head. Sure, he had found you to be attractive, it was one of the first things he had noticed when you had introduced yourself. He was stunned by your beauty and captivated by your charm involving children. Aaron noticed that kids gravitated towards you and Jack being no different. 

Never had he thought about pursuing something with you until now. It was extremely important to him for Jack to like any woman he would bring into his life. And if he could guess, Jack would never like anyone more than he liked you. 

Pulling out his phone, he dialed your number. “Hey, [y/n]. Sorry for calling, did I wake you? No, okay good. Oh no, no, Jack’s fine. Actually he just fell asleep, but I wanted to ask you something.” 

Closer (Reid x Reader)

Originally posted by mentallydatingspencerreid

Title: Closer

Pairing: Reid x Reader

Request: I was wondering if you could make me a Reid x reader smut where Reid is shy out in public about PDA but dominant in the bedroom?

Triggers/Warnings: Explicit Language, Rough Sex

Words: 1,138

A/N: Sure thing hunbuns! Keep those requests coming! Xoxo My first Reid x Reader imagine was pretty successful, so I really hope you enjoy this one too!




You lingered in the elevator, practically hopping up and down, waiting to jump out. You weren’t sure why you were so hyper. You just couldn’t wait to lock eyes with him again. His curly hair perfectly framed his strong jaw line. The feel of his sweet, soft lips. The way he smiled.

You were so lost in thought, daydreaming of your boyfriend Spencer Reid that you were extremely startled when the elevator chimed and the two locking metals doors began to rip apart.

You skipped out and made your way towards the two glass doors, peering in. A broad smile formed on your lips as you yanked the handle of the doors.

With a flip of your hair, you coolly walked across the bustling office, the sharp ring of the phones making you feel a little on edge. Just before he was within your reach, someone jumped in front of you.

“Ah, ah, ah. Sorry babygirl, pretty boy is all mine,” Derek Morgan kidded with you.

You rolled your eyes with a smirk and playfully pushed him aside. Spencer was in the middle of a conversation with Hotch, who for once was kind of smiling. You couldn’t really tell with him.

You didn’t want to interrupt, but Hotch soon abruptly walked away in a hurry, judging by the piercing noise echoing through his office, you could guess his phone was ringing. Perfect timing!

You flounced towards your boyfriend, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Hey Spence!” you chirped. He look stunned and kind of shy.

“Y/N hey,” he wrapped his arms around you and gently placed a kiss on your forehead. A chuckle from behind you caused him to pull away.

“PDA Reid, PDA!” Derek threw his hands up as if in surrender. Spencer scowled and gripping your arm, not harshly, he pulled you away to the small kitchen.

“Uh- you want some coffee?” he stammered. You pressed your lips together, thinking how adorable he is when he’s shy.

“No thanks babe,” you replied. “Hey…do you want me to go?”

He swiveled towards you, looking almost upset. “No no, Y/N. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I just …get nervous when the team is around and you’re here. I don’t want them to make you…well feel weird and then want to leave. I mean statistics show that when one partner feels - “

You shut him up by cupping his face in your hands and kissing him lightly before pulling away and grinning. He blushed and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.

“You’ll pay for that later,” he whispered seductively in your ear. A chill ran throughout your whole body and your muscles went limp. You tried to play it off by slyly responding; “Okay what you’ll spank me?” you winked.

He cocked his head with a devilish smirk and shrugged his shoulders and you held in a gasp and when sneakily pinched your butt.

When you left Quantico later on, you were immensely turned on and could barely wait for Spencer to arrive at your place.


A knock at the door made you jump. You gave your hair one last brush and pulled your T-Shirt back over your head, feeling satisfied with the sexy black lace bra you chose.

Approaching the door, you felt nervous, but confused. You pulled the door open until he was perfectly in picture.

You snickered, “Hey since when do you knock?”

Spencer pulled his messenger bag off his shoulders and threw it somewhere on the floor in your apartment before practically throwing himself onto you.

“Shut up beautiful,” he said breathlessly before his lips collided with yours.

He kicked the door shut and spun you around and pressed you up against it, beginning to tear off your clothes.  He wasted no time in ripping your shirt off your torso and stopping when his eyes landed on your bra.

He raised his eyebrows and that same devilish smile from before appeared, “Damn.” He spoke only before once again locking his lips with yours. His tongue swirled around in your mouth and you were too distracted by the intense makeout session you two were engaged in to notice he had not only taken off your pants, but his own.

You disconnected the kiss and yanked off his shirt as he scooped you up in his arms and hurried into your bedroom, not bothering to shut the door.

He laid you down on the bed; Spencer was dominant, but extremely gentle.

You could feel his buldge rubbing up against your thigh as you continued to kiss him. He grinded into you, starting slow and then speeding up, rolling his hips into yours roughly.

“Oh-oh Spencer please,” you begged him. You wanted him. To feel him inside of you. For him to control you and take you over.

He nibbled on your neck, dressing it in soft kisses and small marks of affection. After what seemed like eternity, his boxers finally hit the floor.

A rush of energy surged through your body. It hurt, having all of him inside of you, thrusting deeper and deeper. A small gasp escaped your lips, causing Spencer to kiss you again, as if telling you to be quiet. He just was too nice to say it.

With each push, you felt like you were going to explode. “Sp-Spence, I’m gonna cu-“ you attempted to speak, but you couldn’t make out the words. He didn’t answer, he just kissed you again and continued fucking you.

You then couldn’t help it and moaned out with pleasure. Your body was full of him and he was all you wanted and needed.

He pulled out and then pulled you on top of him. “Ride me,” he demanded.

You licked your lips, his dominance turning you on even more. You began to bounce up and down on his hard member, groaning each time, your juices making his cock slick. You picked up the pace, riding him faster and faster.

“Fuck Y/N,” Spencer screamed. You felt warmth flow out from your pussy as you released onto his dick. He followed by releasing inside of you, feeling the cum pour into you.

You rolled off him and laid down next to him.

“I’m hungry,” you started laughing. “I’m making pizza, you in?” you reached down and picked up his shirt, buttoning it up.

He got up as well and came up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your cheek.

“I love you more than anything Y/N.”

Those words made you the happiest girl in the world and they always would.

Bite Me

Anon asked:  I heard your requests were still open :) Could you please write a Hotch x reader where the reader has a biting kink/fetish, and Hotch decides to tease her at work? xoxo you’re the best

Some smutty Aaron for you.  So read with caution for those of you with sensitive palettes.  Short summary: Hotch teases Y/N and she gets so sexually frustrated she pulls him into the single stall bathroom to get some relief.  this is so short im sorry, im really trying to get back into the groove of writing

Originally posted by criminal-minds-fanatic

Y/N sat at her desk, reviewing the file for the last case.  The endless amount of paperwork she needed to sift through was agonizing, but it was just an unfortunate part of the job.

It was a slow day at work, every member of the team buried in their work, files stacked on each desk.  These days were boring and time consuming, but very necessary.  

Sighing, Y/N got up from her seat and grabbed her coffee mug, heading to the break room for a much needed refill.  She made he way to the coffee maker and poured the hot liquid into her cup, next adding a bit of sugar and creamer into it as well.

“Tired?” Aaron said behind her, making her jump a bit.

“Just ready to be done with this damn paperwork.  There’s always so much to do,” she whined, blowing on the top of her mug to cool off her coffee.  Aaron smirked as he stepped closer to her so his face was a mere inch from her ear.

“I can think of a way to relieve your stress,” he whispered quietly before sucking her earlobe into his mouth, gently nipping at it. 

Y/N groaned in approval, her eyes fluttering shut.

“Too bad we’re at work,” he said, stepping away and filling up his own mug, leaving a hot and bothered Y/N in his wake.  “Have fun with the paperwork,” he finished with a smile and pecked her on the cheek.  She looked at him incredulously and frustrated.

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Hit Me

For Anon who requested 10 and 20 for Hotch “Oh, shit.” “Hit me. I’m serious, hit me.”

You were in a small town in north Washington State and it was the middle of January and you were freezing. You’d had on two pairs of gloves and your fingers still felt like they were ready to fall off, and you stopped feeling your nose several hours ago.

Morgan and Hotchner were standing in front of you, looking around the front property of the unsub’s cabin. You’d located it a few hours ago via Garcia, unfortunately it had take you all that time to hike through the woods to find it, and when you got there it looked abandoned for the most part.

“Waste of time.” Morgan announced, kicking at the house angrily, “We wasted hours coming out here, and hours going back, for nothing, for an abandoned house. No one’s been out here in years.” You moved towards the front door, mostly trying to get the blood moving back in your legs when you noticed something.

“Hey wait.” You announced, “Someone has been here recently!” Hotch and Morgan came up to your side where you were pointing excitedly at the door.

“I don’t get it.” Morgan shook his head, and Hotch nodded along with him causing you to sigh.

“These nails, what’s different from them, compared to the entire rest of the house.” Both looked at you blankly and you groaned, “No rust! And you call yourselves profilers! These nails look brand new, someone came out here recently and nailed this door shut.”

“Reid,” Morgan called, and the other man’s head lifted, looking confused, “You’ve just lost your title of the BAU’s resident genius.” Reid rolled his eyes and went back to looking over the notes he’d brought along. Hotch turned and grabbed the handle giving it a pull.

“Nails aren’t doing much for the rotted wood, here,” He took his gloves off handing them to you before grabbing the handle and pulling hard. Turns out the wood was a lot worse off than it looked, and Hotch didn’t need to pull nearly that hard. When the door broke his arm jerked back from the force he was yanking and collided with something. That something being your face.

“Oh, shit.” You stumbled back, foot catching on the step causing you to fall back and land on your butt. The frozen dirt did nothing to pad your landing, “Dammit.” You hand went to you face, feeling the blood trickling out.

Hotch dropped down in front of you eyes wide, grabbing his gloves from your hand and using one to wipe the blood away, trying to asses the damage.

“Jesus Christ (Y/N) I didn’t think you were right behind me, I’m sorry. Does it feel broken.” You shook your head slightly, waving him off.

“I’ll be fine, crooked nose adds character.” You joked, “I should’ve known better than to stand that close.” Hotch grabbed your hands and pulled you up, keeping his glove pressed against your face.

“That’s gonna be a fun accident report to write up. How did (Y/N) break her nose? Oh Hotch socked her for being mouthy.” Emily joked, Hotch only glared in her general direction.

“At least it’s cold out. Nature’s own ice pack.” You smiled.

“Hit me.” Hotch stated and you were caught off guard.


“Hit me. I’m serious, hit me.” He moved back, opening his arms gesturing for you to take a swing, and you burst into laughter.

“I’m not going to hit you! It was an accident!” You laughed.

“Come on, (Y/N) hit him, once in a lifetime chance here, baby.” Morgan egged you on, grinning. “Do it for us.”

“Morgan..” Hotch warned, but smirked slightly, in good fun.

“Okay, fine.” You laughed, coming towards a suddenly slightly nervous looking Hotch. Did he really think you would full out take a swing on him. You smirked and lifted your hand before giving his face a small open handed bop with with double gloved hand. Hotch’s head jerked slightly but he laughed and the low velocity impact. “Now I feel better.” You grinned.


For anon…enjoy!

You smiled as Hotch, your boyfriend gave you a peck on the cheek. You smirked at him.

“Long day?”
He smiled. “Am I that easy to read?”
You chuckled. “To me? Yes,” you paused, “I’m going to grab you and me a drink.”
His eyes twinkled. “Plan on taking me home, do you?”
You winked at him. “Maybe.”

You sauntered over to the bar and ordered the two drinks. As the bartender went to grab them, you smirked at your boyfriend’s team. Morgan was currently dancing; Penelope and JJ were talking up some lookers; Reid, Prentiss, and Rossi seemed to be engaged in an animated conversation.

“Can I get you anything?” an unfamiliar voice questioned.

You turned to face a smirking man. Had you not been dating Hotch, you would have taken notice of how handsome he was. Tall, muscular, and a sparkling smile. You offered a brief smile, shaking your head.

“No thanks.”
He smirked. “Well, I had to try. Something as unique as you is well, unique.”
You chuckled. “That line ever work?”
He feigned offense. “That cheesy, huh?”
You nodded. “Just a tad.”
The man held out his hand. “The name’s Grant.”
“Y/N,” you offered, glancing to look for the bartender.

You felt a sudden hand on your lower back. You turned your head with a smile as you saw Hotch. You knit your brows when you realized he was staring intensely at Grant.

“Grant this is Aaron-”
“Y/N’s boyfriend,” he interrupted.
Grant arched his brows. “That so?”

Hotch gave a curt nod. You noticed that he had taken his tie off and unbuttoned the top few. You repressed rolling your eyes as the two men continued to glare at each other. A moment later, the bartender returned with your drinks. You grabbed both.

“Thanks.” You turned to Grant. “It was nice meeting you, but we should be getting back to our friends.”
The man smiled and nodded. “It was nice meeting the both of you as well.”

You waved goodbye as Aaron led you away from the bar. Chuckling, you rolled your eyes.

“Really Aaron,” you started, “your jealousy comes out quicker than your-”
“I’m not jealous,” he interrupted.
“So, the whole dagger-eye bit was just your usual expression?” you teased.
He lowered his gaze, smirking. “I can’t help it. You mean a lot to me, Y/N.”
You beamed, resting your head on his shoulder. “I know. You’re a protector, and I love you for it.”

Aaron pecked the top of your head as you continued on to your booth. Once sitting down, you laced your fingers with his.

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Don’t Test Me

Pairing: Hotch x Reader

Word Count: 1,084

Request: NO

Warnings: strong language and smut

Summary: Aaron and y/n get into a petty argument and when y/n threatens him, he takes it a little too seriously leading to angry sex.  Features a dominant Hotchner and daddy kink.

Originally posted by zugzwangcm

Enough is enough.

It’s been days since you’ve spent any alone time with Aaron since he’s been on the same case in another state.  When he finally decides to come home, he acts distant and pretends your sexual advances aren’t getting to him.  He keeps making the excuse that he’s tired and exhausted, but even after two days of constant sleep and migraine medicine, he still refuses to relieve your needs.

Yes, you sound a bit whiny and needy, but you’ve let him get his rest, and he’s still not complying, so you whip up a plan to hopefully grab his full attention.  It will most likely get him angry, but a bit of heated sex is just what you need.  A girl can only pleasure herself so much before she needs more.

“I’m going out,” you tell your man as you walk towards the front door in a skimpy dress.

“Where, exactly?” he asks from the couch, not even bothering to look up.

“Out.  I don’t know when I’ll be home, so don’t wait up.”  You grab your car keys from the table next to the front door before you hear shuffling feet behind you.

“I sure hope you’re just going out with your girlfriends dressed like that.  Why am I not going?” Aaron asks, meeting you at the door.

“Well, I don’t remember inviting you,” you tell him coldly.  You can feel the tension rising, so you know your plan is working.  You turn the handle to open the door.

“And why wasn’t I?” he asks, pushing the door closed suddenly.

“Because, Aaron, you’ve done nothing but sit on your ass all day and night since you got home from Wisconsin and I figured you wouldn’t want to.  And for your information, I am not going out with my girlfriends.”  You think quickly about your next words, choosing wisely a sentence that was sure to really rile him up.  “I’m going to sit at the bar, hike my already too-short dress up, and see how many guys I can get to offer me a drink.”  You narrow your eyes at your steaming boyfriend.  His furrowed brows are an indication that he is about on his last ounce of patience with you right now.

Despite his red face and obvious frustration, he calmly reaches around you to the doorknob and locks it.

“Excuse me?” he says in an unusually calm voice.  Boy, is he mad.  The slight growl in the back of his throat makes your arousal all the more evident in the pit of your stomach.  You’ve seen him mad, but this is a whole new level and the evidence of it turning you on was pooling inside your panties.

“What, did I make you mad?” you ask in a low voice.  He suddenly pushes his body against yours, backing you up onto the door.  Now you feel his obvious arousal against your leg, and you know what is about to happen, so you decide to play along.  “Did I make daddy angry?”

His breath hitches at the name you call him.  It’s been a long time since you two have shared a kinky intimacy, but it only makes him want it more.

“Yes.  I don’t think you’re being very appropriate.”  His voice is low and calm, making you wetter by the second.

“So I guess you should do something about that,” you tell him, raising your pelvis to his.  He groans in return.

“And what should I do about it?” he asks, challenging you.  You smile at his question.

“Fuck me daddy.”

And in no less than a second later, his mouth is on yours, his tongue invading the space between your lips.  He grabs the hem of your dress and yanks down your small underwear so they pool at your stilettos.  

Meanwhile, your hands are working his belt loose and freeing his erection from his briefs.  

Before you can work your magic hands, he grabs your thighs and wraps your legs around his waist, your back still flush against the door.  You instantly wrap your arms around his neck to keep steady while he thrusts inside of you without warning.  You yelp in surprise and pleasure.  His mouth is now on your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin while he continuously pounds into you, the door against your back rattling at the motion.

“Fuck,” you moan out.  His right hand moves from your leg to your clit, his finger running in circles around the small bundle of nerves, making your arousal come faster and faster.

“Oh my-” you begin, but Aaron’s mouth is back on yours silencing your moans for only a second before you climax around him, clenching your body tightly to his.  Moments after you finish, you feel him empty himself inside of you, his moans falling into your mouth.  You two are nothing but heavy breathing and tight bodies as you ride out your highs.

After a few silent moments of collecting yourselves, he looks up at your spent figure, still tightly held onto him.  Despite his heavy anger from before, he looks at you with nothing but love and a hell of a lot of lust.  When you open your eyes to meet his, he’s smiling and you return one.

Still inside of you, he kisses you softly, cupping your face gently.  He may be dominant when it comes to your kinky fuckery, but he was still just a man in love with a woman.

“I love you,” he says before pulling out and lowering you to the ground.

“Even when I make you mad?” you ask.

“Even when you make me mad.  Why did you do that by the way?” he asks, pulling up his pants.

“Because I needed a good fuck from my man,” you admitted.  “I get that you’re tired and you have a job that causes you to be gone a lot but I have needs, Aaron.  Sometimes I just feel that when you are home, you tend to ignore them and I guess it makes me upset.”

He looks surprised to hear this coming from you.  He didn’t realize how stand-offish he is when he’s home.

“I’m sorry, y/n.  I promise to try harder.  But jealousy isn’t always going to get you laid, you know?” he says, grabbing your hand.

“But I like a jealous Hotch,” you tell him, the use of his nickname given by his coworkers makes him roll his eyes, but smile nonetheless.

“Don’t test me, y/n.”