A/N - not me writing something that's not jisbon...i would apologize but im not sorry.
just some hotchniss smut for anyone who's interested 3
The dress is what really lead them here.
A little black dress that accentuated her curves in all the right places. Just the sight of her had left him breathless for reasons he couldn't understand. Her makeup applied perfectly, a little heavy on the smokey eye that made her look absolutely sinful. Her dark tresses curled to perfection as they tumbled down her back. Her perfect lips and the way she licked them as an act of seduction.
At first, he thought sending her into the club to lure Viper was a good idea. But now, as he watched the misogynistic creep undress her with his eyes, an unfamiliar feeling pooled in the pit of his stomach. A feeling he later came to realize was jealousy.
But that was just absurd. He couldn't be jealous—she was simply a colleague. Barely even a friend. They rarely spoke to each other, only when discussing a case, so there was absolutely no reason to be jealous of another man leering at her, even if the man in question was a creep.
He felt nothing for Emily Prentiss. Nothing at all.
But seeing her in that tiny dress did something to him.
Maybe it was the overwhelming need for some release that led them to this point, or maybe it was the fact that he was missing Haley so much it hurt. Maybe he just longed to feel something for a night, to remember what it felt like to be wanted.
Luckily for him, Prentiss was more than happy to oblige him.
That's how they got here, with her back against the lockers, lips mashed together as they stole the air from each other's lungs, bodies hot and hands roaming eagerly.
He bit back a groan as he pulled away, drinking air into his lungs to ensure he didn't pass out. He blinked away the haze and focused on her parted lips, panting breaths escaping them, her cheeks a rosey pink and eyes glazed over with lust.
"Are you okay?" She asked breathlessly, referring to the way he'd shoved her against the lockers and kissed her without as much as a breath shared between them. She'd never seen him so desperate, but then again she never thought she'd be kissing him, so there was that.
"I will be," he husked into her neck, kissing and nipping at the silky-soft skin. He had no idea her skin would taste so good.
A moan suddenly escaped her, so quiet it was barely audible, but he managed to hear it somehow, and the sound sent heat straight to his cock. He could hardly contain his want, but he wanted this to be just as good for her as it was for him, so he needed to draw it out for a little longer.
"I want you," he sucked at her pulse point, his hand slipping between her legs absently. "Fuck, Em, I want you."
Emily knew something was wrong. Not once had Aaron shown any attraction towards her, and she was a profiler, for God's sake. She could tell when a man wanted her. But Aaron didn't. If anything, he was looking for relief, a stress relief, and she was an easy target.
She should hate him for using her like this. She hated herself for letting him use her.
"Em," he groaned, the sound making her shudder, "I want you to do something for me."
She should've said no. Should've pushed him away right then and there and left. But her desire for him overran her ability to think rationally.
So she breathed, "What is it?"
"I want you on your knees for me."
His words instantly knocked the breath out of her lungs. He wanted her on her knees for him...and the thought made her so fucking wet.
Without a word she gracefully fell to her knees before him, her small fingers finding the zipper of his slacks quickly. She drew his slacks down his legs along with his boxers, and she licked her lips at the sight of him.
"Fuck, look at you." He could barely think straight with her on her knees, looking so innocent yet so filthy at the same time. She wanted this, wanted him, and God he was fucking glad. "You're so pretty like this."
The praise left her mind wonky.
He pumped his cock in his hand, eyes glassy as he looked down at her. "Open your mouth, sweetheart. Let me see that tongue of yours."
She opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out and awaiting what he had to offer. She was so fucking pretty it made him want to pound her so hard it left her unable to walk for days, but he couldn't do that, not just yet.
"Good girl," he nodded, pushing his cock between her lips, to which she accepted gratefully. His head fell back against the lockers as she deepthroated him, eyes already wide and teary as he fucked her throat, using her like his own personal plaything.
"Oh, good girl, such a good girl," he rambled on and on as he fucked her mouth, the intense pleasure overiding every one of his senses. "You like this, don't you? You like me using your throat, fucking it while those pretty tears run down your cheeks? Can't do anything but stay on your knees and take it because you're a good girl?"
She couldn't answer for obvious reasons, but he could tell by the look on her face that she was in fact enjoying what he was doing to her. He should've known from the start that she was a cockslut, eager to do nothing but please anyone who had the balls to dominate her.
Finally, he released her mouth and she coughed, the tears still streaming like a waterfall down her face. But she didn't complain. Instead she slowly licked the underside of his cock, keeping her eyes locked on his the entire time.
He almost came just from the wicked gleam in her eye, but he managed to retrain himself and pull her up by her hair, a gasp tearing from her lips at the sudden pain.
His hand slipped beneath her dress and pushed her drenched underwear out of the way, abruptly sliding two fingers into her slick heat. She cried out immediately, bucking against his hand for more.
"Shh." His eyes were so dark they looked black, and perhaps they were. "We don't want anyone to barge in on us do we?"
"H-Hotch," she whimpered, gripping the wrist that was attached to the hand playing with her cunt. "Aaron, please."
Hearing his name on her lips ignited a fire within him. He added another finger and curled them inside her, making her moan. "Say my name again."
"Aaron, fuck."
"That's right, good girl," he murmured, his hand already coated in her juices. Her pussy was squelching. "You're so wet, pretty girl. I bet I could fit my whole fist inside of you."
"Please," she begged. "Aaron, I-I need you to fuck me, I need it, please."
"Not right now, angel." He smiled warmly at her, chuckling when she groaned in frustration. "I know you want it, baby, but you need to have patience. I want to taste you now."
"Then do it," she arched her back in offering. "Fuck me with your tongue, Aaron."
"Fuck." He was on his own knees in seconds, nudging her legs apart and inhaling the heady scent of her. He ripped off her soaked panties, stuffing them into her mouth to keep her quiet. He glanced up at her with a rare grin. "Let's taste your pretty pussy together, shall we?"
"Mmph." She bucked her hips, and he wasted no more time in diving in to taste her.
A moan immediately left him as soon as her taste coated his tongue. She tasted like heaven, sweet and tangy and fucking perfect.
She tasted like his.
"Oh, baby, you taste so fucking good." He lapped at her core, catching all her gushing juices on his tongue. "You're just gushing, sweet girl. So needy, aren't you?"
She moaned at his praise, wanting more, like the insatiable minx she was. But he was happy to give her whatever she wanted, no matter the price.
He found her clit quickly and sucked it into his mouth, the action causing her to whine and shake as she came instantaneously. He drank her up like a thirsty man and was still craving more after he was finished.
He stood up and removed her panties from her mouth, stuffing them into his suit pocket as a souvenir. His mouth was on hers before she could question him, his tongue tasting of her as it tangled with her own.
"You're mine," he grunted after they disconnected, fisting his cock and nudging it at her slit. "I don't care if you're fucking someone else right now—from now on, you're mine and only mine. Mine to use, mine to do with as I please. Do you understand?"
She nodded desperately. "Yes, sir."
"Good girl," he kissed her again, more passionately this time as he eased into her. She gasped into his mouth, clutching at the lapels of his suit as he began to pound her. He was much bigger than anything she'd had previously, and definitely much better than the toys she had at home.
"You feel so good, baby," he rasped, burying his face into her neck. One of his hands slipped under her dress to fondle with a breast, tweaking the nipple and making her whimper. "So wet and tight. The best I've ever had—fuck, keep milking my cock like that, sweet girl."
"Please, Aaron." She had no idea what she was even begging for at this point, she just needed more. "Aaron, oh, God, yes, fuck me, please!"
"Your pretty pussy feels so good around my cock." He squeezed her breast, unable to get enough of her. "It's like you were fucking made for me. Your pussy was made to take my cock, wasn't it? Is it all for me, baby?"
She nodded rapidly, gripping his shoulders as his thrusts became deeper and harder. "All for you," she rasped. "My pussy is yours, Aaron."
"All mine," he growled, giving her one last thrust before she felt herself plunging over the edge, bringing him along with her. "Come for me, pretty girl. Decorate my cock with your cum."
"Fuck!" She came hard, her body shaking with the aftershock. She collapsed against him, legs barely able to hold her upright.
"That was so good," he murmured, keeping her against him even though he knew he had to let her go. "So fucking good. Thank you."
His words took a few minutes to register, but when they did her heart dropped. He thanked her. Thanked her for letting him use her. Thanked her for being his whore for the night.
Because that's all she was to him. A pet. A toy to play with and to toss away when he was finished with her. She'd known that before they fucked, but the pain was still fresh, like a cut to her heart.
She shouldn't care. It was her fault for falling for him, after all. He didn't express any love of affection to her because he didn't feel that way. He just wanted sex, wanted to feel something, wanted to feel good for a while.
"You're welcome." She swallowed, painting a convincing smile on her face. She'd always been good at hiding her true emotions.
"We should get back to the case." He zipped up his slacks, his face the usual mask of indifference and stoicism, as if they didn't just fuck in the locker room for an hour straight.
"Right. The case, yeah." She cleared her throat. "You go out there and I'll join you after I change."
He nodded, steering himself to the door, but his hand paused on the knob. He inhaled sharply and glanced over his shoulder at Emily, who was slipping off her dress and exchanging it for her normal work clothes.
This had been a bad idea.
She was a bad idea.
He could tell she was hurting, even if she'd never admit it. The usual light in her brown eyes had extinguished and her smile was forced. It was his fault, he knew, and the urge to run and kiss her again, to apologize profusely, was strong.
He'd make it up to her. He would.
Because he had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time he found himself looking to Emily Prentiss for relief.