This chapter has some intense smut, as well as no after-care. Please read with caution.
"You're really oblivious, Y/N, aren't you?"
That sentence...it's been replaying in your head all night.
You slowly pull yourself off of the bed, thinking about the night before. It doesn't make any sense. He just wants you for sex. Haley probably just isn't putting out right now.
You enter the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your head is pounding, most likely due to Hotch yanking the fuck out of your hair. You smile at yourself, knowing how crazy you drove him.
One long shower later, you quickly throw on a cute, floral dress. It comes right above your knees. You don't need to draw any attention to yourself today.
You reluctantly step out of your room, Hotch standing across from your door.
"Hotch? What are you doing?" you ask.
"We need to discuss this." He shoves his phone towards you. It's displaying the texts between the two of you last night. "I told you that we would discuss in the morning."
"Okay..." You don't even know where to start. Your words are caught in your throat. You don't know if you even want to know the truth.
"Haley and I aren't living together right now. She's been... different lately." Hotch looks down, his breath ragged. You walk towards him, wrapping your arms around him. You can't fathom of what to say.
After standing there for a minute, Hotch pulls away from you. You look up at him, but he seems to be avoiding eye contact.
Hotch breaks the silence. "We need to get downstairs."
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You all gather in the lobby, going over everything that needs to be watched for.
"We're looking for a white male, probably in his late thirties to early forties," Prentiss states. "He's going to be cocky. This can be seen from the way he ties up the women and beats them. He thinks he has power over them."
The rest of the team get together the information and JJ walks up to you. "Hey, Y/N, a word?"
"Yeah, what's up?" You reply.
"Uh, well next time you and Hotch are in his office together, you might want to keep it down," she says, blankly staring at you. Your face turns bright red.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She heard... they heard. God, who else knows about this now?
"Don't worry," JJ adds. "I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who heard. I walked by his office whenever-"
"Okay, okay. You can stop there," you interrupt, not wanting her to go into detail.
The team starts to file out the door, you and JJ follow suit. Your thoughts are wild. You can't seem to wrap your head around the fact that someone heard you and Hotch.
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"We got him, Hotch," Morgan yells out.
"I don't know what you all think I did or didn't do," the unsub shouts. "I was just trying to attend church."
"Yeah, yeah. Save it, punk," Morgan replies.
We all start to pile into the SUVs. Hotch pulls you back as you start to hop in. "Can we talk whenever we get back home?"
You look up into his brown eyes. They seem darker than usual. "Yeah, I guess."
The ride to the airport was brutal. The flight home, even worse. Your thoughts are invasive, wondering what the hell Hotch wants from you this time.
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"Will you come home with me?" Hotch asks as we step into his office. He looks upset, nothing like his normal self.
You nod. "Sure."
You both grab your things and walk out of the building. He holds the door open for you on the way out. How gentleman-like, you think. The cool autumn air hits your skin. You cross your arms to try to keep some warmth. You follow Hotch towards his car, him opening the door for you once again. You intentionally lean over the seat to set your things down, knowing that he's looking.
Hotch grabs the back of your neck and turns your body towards his. "Tease me again and you'll be punished like the brat you are."
The new pet name sends chills throughout your body. You can feel the wetness growing in between your thighs. "Yes, sir," you reply, biting your bottom lip.
Hotch lifts you up into the car, his hand rubbing down your thigh before closing the door. He walks around, gets into the driver's seat, and the two of you start to leave.
The car ride was quiet until Hotch interrupted it as we got closer to his house. "Fuck. Haley's here."
You look down, shuddering at the sound of her name. "Why is she here?" you ask, your voice quiet.
"I don't know. Stay in the car," he says as he pulls into the driveway. He steps out of the car and walks inside his house.
I hope he's okay, you think. You know how she's made him feel here lately. And while he told you to stay in the car, you're not very good at obeying. You step out, and walk inside of the house slowly.
"Why the fuck are you here, Haley?" Hotch shouts from upstairs. "Why the fuck are you in my house?" There's no reply from Haley. You make your way towards the stairs. Haley's standing at the top, Hotch in front of her. He looks down at you, mouthing "go". Haley looks behind him, seeing you.
"Oh, so is this your new slut? Is this why you don't want me here, Aaron?" She says harshly.
"I don't want you here because you're the slut, Haley. You're the one who cheated on me. You're the one who ruined our marriage." Hotch is screaming at her. You just stand there and watch.
Haley runs down the stairs, crying, and she looks at you. "Don't do it. Leave him. Or he'll leave you first." She runs out of the house, and you walk towards the couch. You sit down, putting your head in your hands, not knowing what to think.
Hotch breaks the silence. "I told you to wait in the-"
"I don't give a fuck about what you told me to do, Aaron," you yell. "You're just going to leave me. Just like you left Haley."
Hotch walks over towards you and grabs your throat. "Don't you ever speak to me that way." He pulls you off of the couch, and drags you upstairs.
You pin him against the wall. "Or else what? You're going to punish me, sir?" You palm him through his pants, his erection growing under your touch. He looks down at you, his stare dark and needy.
"Quit being a fucking brat," he growls. He flips you against the wall, lifting up your dress.
He rubs your pussy through your panties. You let out a sharp moan. He pulls his hand up to your throat and shoves you through his bedroom door. You let out a small whine, both pain and pleasure build inside of you.
He throws you onto the bed by your neck. "Safe words: Blue to slow down, red to stop."
You nod your head. "Yes..."
"Yes, what?" He grabs the back of your head, tugging at your hair.
"Yes, sir."
"Clothes, off. Now," he commands. You hurriedly pull them off, him noticing your red, laced lingerie. "If you're going to dress like a whore, you're going to be treated like one too," he says, his voice low and raspy. "Wanna know what happens to bratty whores?" His hand reaches for your neck again. "They get punished." He looks at you for a moment, the bulge in his pants growing. "Flip over, brat."
You obey his command, flipping over onto your stomach. He grabs your lower stomach, forcing your ass end up. He runs his fingers up your inner thighs, you let out a small groan. His hand moves up to your ass, his nails digging into your soft skin.
"You're dripping," he chuckles. "I've barely made a move on you and you're already dripping for me."
He moves his hand up to the waistband of your panties, tugging them down. He drags his hands over your bare ass.
"I'm going to spank you and you're not going to make a sound," he says, digging his nails into your waist. "If you make a sound, you're not going to come."
You close your eyes, the pleasure and pain of his nails overwhelm you. "Y-yes, daddy."
He smacks your ass lightly. That didn't hurt, you think. He chuckles under his breath, "It's going to get worse with every hit." He hits your ass again, a little harder this time. You close your eyes, trying not to moan.
"Look at you. You're listening for once. Good girl," he says, groaning. Another smack hits your ass, you grip his sheets, wanting to cry out. He continues punishing you, you remain quiet. He smacks your ass five more times, each one harder than the last. His breath hitches with every hit--you know he's becoming more turned on with every smack.
He flips you onto your back. He climbs up onto the bed, hovering over you. He moves his hand in between your thighs. "You're so wet for me," he says, biting his bottom lip. "Such a good girl."
He moves his mouth to your neck, lightly kissing before marking your body. "You're mine now, baby." He looks up at you. "These marks are going to prove so." You can barely breathe, and Hotch buries himself inside of you. He's rough, fucking you as hard as he can. His hands grip your hips, digging his nails as deep as possible.
You cry out. "Fuck, Aaron. I don't know how much more I can take. I'm so close."
"Not yet, little girl." He continues to harshly thrust into you. You can tell he's close.
"Please, daddy. Let me come for you," you say in between moans.
"Come for me, slut," He growls as he finishes inside of you. Your body is shaking violently, your orgasm intense. He continues to thrust inside of you throughout your orgasm. Your eyes roll back into your head, you can't breathe. You feel as if you're going to have a panic attack.
"Red, red, red!" You cry out. Your heart's beating out of your chest. Hotch pulls himself out of you, a harsh look on his face.
"Get dressed and leave." His voice is dark.
Is he mad at me?
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Author's Note:
Oh my god. That was a little intense. While writing this chapter, I got some uhh butterflies, if you know what I mean;)
I apologize for the cliffhanger, it'll be worth it though. Also, just a little selfless promo, my tiktok is ssa.mikayla if any of y'all would like to give me a follow. I'm also making a Spotify playlist for this fic, if any of you guys would be interested in that. Thank you all for your continuous love and support. Love y'all:)