spencer reid one shots

who's in charge

i got a request to do a hotch fic, so just letting you know now, this isn't a spencer fic

request from @printesseslvrr !

okay, so it's a hotch one if possible to write! so it's set in s1 where the team is waiting for hotch bc they're bored out of their minds doing paperwork so the reader goes upstairs and hears sub!hotch moaning her name and she opens the door without him hearing and sees him masturbating and she like confronts him and then they have sex?

this isn't very edited so i apologize for mistakes

also we're just gonna pretend in this universe hailey doesn't exist and hotch isn't cheating on her lmao

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today was mind numbing to say the least. there was no case, so the whole team was stuck at their desks, tasked with piles of paperwork. now obviously it was great there were no new bad guys out there killing people-not that you knew of anyway- but it was still a headache to deal with paperwork all day.

so, naturally when elle suggested a night at the bar, everyone was eager to go. even hotch for a change. but when six p.m. rolled around and hotch was still in his office, the team was getting antsy.

"what's taking him so long?" penelope asked, playing with one of her colorful knickknacks.

"maybe there's a new case," spencer offered before going back to reading his book.

"i'll go check on him," you said, volunteering.

you got up and made your way up the steps and around the corner to his office. you really hoped there wasn't a case. you had been waiting for way too long to have a bar night that included hotch. so what if you'd been pining over him since the day you started? sometimes you swore he felt the attraction too, but stolen glances and tiny smiles didn't mean anything, and you weren't going to be the first to say something and make it awkward.

you raised your hand to knock but before you got the chance to, you heard muffled sounds coming from the other side of the door. it was difficult to understand what was being said, but you swore you heard your name.

there was no way he was saying your name, right?

that's what you thought until you kept listening and this time you were sure he was saying your name. and it almost sounded like he was moaning too. that couldn't be right. it felt wrong to be hearing this, especially coming from your boss

without alerting him of your presence, you slowly opened the door just enough to see in and were in complete shock from the image splayed out in front of you.

there was aaron hotchner, leaned back in his desk chair, hand wrapped around his dick, moving fast and getting off to you apparently. you couldn't believe it. you can't say it didn't bring you some joy though, knowing he thought of you like that.

you kept watching, mesmerized by seeing hotch like you thought you would never get to. he looked so beautiful like that. so vulnerable.

you quickly and as quietly as you could shut the door and tried to walk back down there like you hadn't just seen your boss jerking off to you.

"uh hey guys," you said, getting their attention, "so hotch isn't feeling too well so i'm gonna take him home. you guys go ahead and enjoy yourselves tonight." you said walking away before anyone could question your lie or profile you to know you were lying in the first place.

you rushed back up the stairs but stopped yourself before you opened the door again. you stood there for a second, catching your breath so it didn't look like you had just run up the stairs and around the corner to see him.