Hello there! I love your writing and I always get so excited when yours requests are opened again! Could you write a Hotch x reader where the reader has been on the team for a couple years and is secretly dating Hotch but the rest of the team doesn’t know?! Maybe she has to keep making up excuses as to why she turns down other dates and then somebody catches them in his office or something? I would he happy with anything like this with lots of fluff! I also understand if you can’t! Thx so much😊
I can do that! Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!
“Are you sure!? They are the cutest. And! They’re brothers.”
“Garcia, if they’re twins, I know they’re brothers,” you chuckle, walking alongside your bubbly friend who was trying to sell you on this double date.
“Come on, Y/N. I know you like beef cakes,” Garcia says as she wiggles her eyebrows.
“Beef cakes, huh?” Hotch says, crossing your paths as you shoot him a light glare.
“Sounds like a nice time,” Hotch murmurs, glancing up at you with a sly smile on his face as you bite the inside of your cheek.
“See!? Even the bossman thinks you should get out,” Garcia whines lightly.
“Well…if the bossman thinks I should…” you trail off, watching Hotch’s brow furrow lightly as you smirk in his general direction.
You and Aaron had been dating for a few months now. At first, you weren’t sure the two of you could hide it, but with the two of you being uneasy with public displays of affection, it was easier than you thought to hide it from the team. Being with them for two years has given everyone ample time to find your little quirks, so you were always making sure you kept them under-wraps.
Like if a woman flirted with Hotch when you guys were traveling.
Or when guys would ask you to coffee after a case was wrapped up.
As you watch Hotch walk away, his back pulled taut and his lips pulled into a thin line, you snicker and shake your head as Garcia continues to babble away about the date that you still hadn’t conformed, but that she was keen on getting you to attend.
“You never go out anymore,” Garcia whines as you sigh lightly.
“This job is stressful. I need time to myself to relieve it,” you admit, the memories of your time spent with Aaron wafting to the forefront of your memory.
It had been a few weeks now…
“Or you could find someone to relieve it for you,” Garcia whispers as she wiggles her eyebrows again playfully.
“Jesus, Penelope,” you breathe, your eyes widening at her bold statement.
“I know. I know…the public prude can’t take a sexual joke,” she says as she wafts her hand in the air.
“…but I bet you’re a hell of a minx in the sack,” she murmurs.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you smirk as Garcia’s jaw playfully hangs open.
“A sex joke. You made a sex joke!” she squeals as she claps her hands.
“Y/L/N,” Hotch booms from on high.
Looking up at him, his face twisted and irritated, you sigh lightly to yourself as you flicer your gaze towards Grcia.
“Guess the bossman doesn’t like sex jokes,” you murmur lowly, eliciting another stifled giggle from her before heading for the stairs.
Walking into Hotch’s office, his blinds pulled taut and the only light from the room beeming into his face from his laptop, you stand in the doorway waiting for his command.
“Shut the door,” he lulls.
Stepping in as you shut the door, you keep your eyes on him as you watch him clench his jaw.
“Really, Y/N?” Aaron sighs.
“You started it,” you shrug lightly.
“I was joking,” he says, finally peeling his gaze from the screen and glancing over at you.
“So was I,” you toss back.
“Were you?” he asks, his eyes stern and his voice steady.
Was he serious?
“Of course I was, Aaron,” you say, furrowing your brow lightly as you take a step towards him.
“You know you could always go find someone else. Someone stronger, not so busy with their job…or tied down with a kid-”
“Hey,” you interrupt him, taking another step forward, “that’s my decision to make. Not yours. You may be my boss inside of these walls, but off the clock? You’re the man I love.”
You watched his shoulders relax a bit as you close the distant between your body and his desk, your hip raising up to sit cockeyed on his as your fingertips reach out, shutting his laptop slowly as nothing but the moonlight streaming through the window illuminates the room.
“Do you want out?” you ask lightly.
“No,” Aaron says, looking you in your eyes as you nod lightly.
“Do you want me to leave?” you ask, a bit softer this time.
“God, no,” he says lowly, slowly standing to his feet as your eyes take in his towering form.
“I’ve missed you…” you whisper, your eyes watering lightly as you drop your gaze to his chest.
“It’s been a long few weeks,” he murmurs, stepping forward as you shift so that your entire butt is sitting you on the edge of his desk, your legs swinging lightly as he slowly steps in between them.
“Yeah…” you breathe as you try to keep your emotions at bay.
“I have a bit of good news, though,” Aaron says as his hands begin sliding up and down your arms lightly.
“What’s that?” you swallow, looking back up at him as he smiles lightly down at you.
“Our mandatory summer vacation starts next week, and Jack will be away at camp for 10 days.”
“He got in!?” you squeal, a huge smile lighting up your eyes as Aaron chuckles lowly.
“He did. He’s very excited.”
“Oh my god, I bet so!” you exclaim as you clap your hands lightly.
Meanwhile, the team heard your light squeal, and had turned their full attention up to Hotch’s office.
“She’s been in there a while,” Derek murmurs beside Rossi as a smirk begins to play on his cheeks.
“I wonder how long they were able to hide it from us,” J.J. wonders as Spencer steps up to her side.
“Hide what?” he asks.
“Why don’t you come stay a few days with me?” Aaron asks as his hand makes its way to your face, cupping your face as his thumb strokes your cheek.
The two of you had taken it slow over the past 4 months, and the two of you had yet to spend a night together.
Both physically and sexually.
“Y-…you want me to…to come stay? For a bit?” you ask, your voice lightening in shock as your eyes dance around Aaron’s face.
“Only if you want,” he says, his free arm slipping around your waist as he steps closer to you.
The feeling of his body between your legs made your cheeks burn brightly.
“I-…think I would really like that,” you breathe.
“Good,” he smiles, bending his body lightly as his face starts inching closer to yours.
“B-b-but…we’re at work?” you whisper against his ghosting lips.
“I dismissed the team a while ago,” he whispers back, capturing your lips in a sensual kiss as an involuntary moan escapes your lips.
But by now, the entire team had gathered outside of Hotch’s door, listening to the sounds as Garcia’s eyebrows shoot up on her face.
“That’s why she hasn’t been going on any dates!” she whispers harshly to Derek as he chuckles to himself.
“Way to go, Aaron,” Rossi murmurs.
Feeling yours hands make their way into his hair, his arms cloak your back as your hands begin to tremble, his tongue dancing deep within your mouth as both of your breaths become heavier in the darkened room.
“Oh, god,” you gutturally groan just after Aaron breaks the kiss, his nose nuzzling the tip of yours before your eyes flutter open.
“Or maybe you could just spend the whole vacation with us,” he breathes.
“I like the sound of that,” you whisper, smiling broadly as the two of you begin to giggle.
“Come on. Let’s get you home,” he murmurs, helping you off of his desk as he grabs for his coat, your hand reaching out for the doorknob as you swing the office door open.
And you stop in your tracks when the team comes into full-view.
“Y/N, is everyth-”
But when Aaron appears behind you, the team smirking at you both with their arms crossed around their chests, J.J. playfully shakes her head as Rossi begins to chuckle.
“You two are good, I’ll give you that,” he acknowledges.
“How long!?” Garcia squeals in shock.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Hotch this shocked,” Morgan muses with a grin on his face.
Feeling the deep flush creep back up to your cheeks, you feel Aaron wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you close into his side before pressing a light kiss to the top of your forehead.
“4 months,” Aaron answers Garcia.
“Oh my god we have so much to talk about,” Garcia breathes, pushing everyone aside and grabbing yours and J.J.’s hands, “we’re ordering pizza and I have tequila and mix and oh my gosh I cannot believe you kept this a secret and there’s ice cream because you have four months of juicy gossip to fill us in on what in the world is wrong with you I-”
And as you look back at Aaron, craning your neck and pleading for him to help you, you watch him slowly become bombarded by the guys as you see Rossi put his hand on Aaron’s back, probably leading him to go have drinks and cigars.
“Y/N?” Hotch asks sternly from the balcony as you fully turn around, waiting for him to bail you out of the situation, your jaw goes slack as he says, “Leave out the beef cake parts, please.”
“OH MY GOD!” Garcia squeals, pushing you onto the elevator as you glare hard at Aaron.