Morning Kisses - Aaron Hotchner x (female) Reader
Summary: After a night of crazy sex, Agent Aaron Hotchner treasures and spoils you with soft kisses and delicious morning love-making.
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Author's Note: I've had so many sexy ideas for a Hotch smut fic, but this one just flowed so easily. It focuses a lot on the sex, not so much on the relationship. This is officially my first Aaron Hotchner piece of writing, so any comments are appreciated. I hope you enjoy this short steamy one-shot! Originally published elsewhere.
A lone sunbeam cast its soft glow onto the chiseled profile of Aaron Hotchner's face. He scrunches his face, squints, and slowly blinks a few times, awoken by the light. With a sigh, he attempts to block the sunlight with an arm over his face, but it's well past sunrise and he can't seem to fall back asleep. Instead, he listens to your steady breathing.
Hotch slowly smiles as he recalls the crazy sex you both had last night. It was a Friday night, and everyone had gone out to get drinks at the bar and celebrate catching a particularly tricky unsub.
This unsub loved to taunt the police, and managed to lead them on a wild goose chase throughout the glitz and glamour of LA. It was a high profile case as celebrities and social media got involved in glorifying the killer. At the same time, they wasted no effort to talk smack about and diminish the expertise and skill of the BAU. It was stressful and frustrating, but the team pulled through as they always did, and the unsub made a mistake, as they always do.
But, Hotch was glad to be home in bed with you. Not long after the team landed, they hit the bars, calling up their plus ones to spend the night blowing off some steam. Once you arrived looking particularly delicious in a sexy little black dress, all of Hotch's attention was on you and you alone. Watching you laugh with Penelope at the booth, then convince Reid to hit the dance floor with his awkward fist pumps and "I don't know what to do with my hands" dance moves, Hotch just couldn't take his eyes off of you. How was he so lucky to find a woman who was so charming, sweet, and could make anyone, even the odd ducks at the BAU, feel right at ease?
That love ignited something in him after you all left the bars, and once you both crossed the threshold of Hotch's apartment, he ripped apart your panties, palmed your already dripping pussy, and devoured your mouth with his.
The rest was history as they say.
Now, he admired your naked form, cuddled up in soft blankets. The smooth skin of your shoulder peeked out, and he could spot a hickey and some light bruising forming around your shoulders and neck. He was sure there would be more bruises around your hips where he gripped your flesh as he pounded you last night too.
He winced in regret. He was a little too rough last night after all. To make it up to you, Hotch moves up to caress his body against yours, and starts to press gentle butterfly kisses and little licks to the bruising around your upper body.
"Mmm...?" you hum in a questioning tone. Hotch's gentle touch was starting to bring you out of the depths of your dreams and into wakefulness.
"Good morning (y/n)." He mumbles against your shoulder, still pressing his soft lips onto your skin.
"Morning," you mumble, "What time is it?" you ask with a yawn.
"9:00 AM." Hotch replies.
"Oh, let's sleep in even more then. This is a luxury." You say, rolling over to face him. Both of you usually get up at 6:30 AM on the weekdays for work so sleeping in this late is quite the treat.
"Sure, hon." Hotch chuckles. His face falls with a little bit of concern. "Hey, I wasn't too rough last night, was I?"
"Why do you think that?" You answer back, propping yourself up on one elbow.
"Well..." Hotch lightly runs his fingers across your bruises. You crane your neck to look down and see the light purple and green splotches dancing across your skin.
