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He wasn’t entirely sure how he found her videos. It must have been late one night, and he was horny, scrolling, not finding anything of interest. 

That was something he experienced frequently.

He was a busy man. He had a son to take care of, a difficult job, and dating didn’t feel like it was on the table for him. Anything sexual was for one night only, but Aaron didn’t like doing that sort of thing too often. 

The sites were usually full of weird or incredibly stupid plot lines, unrealistic sex, etc. The stuff on the front page was never that interesting to him. He had… fairly specific tastes. A few search attempts later, he came across something different.

Audio porn.

He’d heard of it, but he’d never really thought of trying it before. He tried one, but the voice was trying to sound too young, and sounded too strained, so he moved on to another.

Submissive Slut Moans, Pretending Her Silicone Toy Is Daddy’s Cock - TheWaterLilies

The audio captivated him.

It was nothing but gentle moans and whimpers as you worked yourself up to the edge, spilling over with crescendo, ending in short pants of breath. It was around six minutes long, and in that time he had released all over his lower abdomen, panting along with her. He dove a little deeper, how could he not with moans as sweet as yours? You had plenty of other videos titled fairly similarly to the first, though all of them were slightly different. You didn’t just upload the same video with a different title tons of times. There were a few where you spoke, and the filthy words spoke in your sweet as sugar voice made him nearly feral.

“Hi daddy. Did you have a good day at work?” Came your gentle voice through the speaker. “My day was okay. So much better now that you’re here. I missed you. Only you know how to take care of me… I’ve been completely soaked through since I heard the door unlock,” you breathed heavily, getting worked up. 

He couldn’t help but find your shyness towards the entire thing adorable. In your own description, you said that you weren’t great at talking during sex, and preferred being talked to, but she was trying for her followers. Cute.

Your profile was simple. No photos, no name, you kept it all around your voice. The visual of the video would usually be an animated loop of some  sort, or a random photo you probably pulled from the internet. Your description was quite short.

Hi! Welcome to my profile, please enjoy your stay :). If you enjoy my videos AND have an extra $5 to help support me, you can subscribe monthly for access to exclusive content by clicking here! If you can’t, no biggie! Your continued support is all a girl could ask for <3

Aaron smiled at your adorably shy profile and clicked the link, made an account, and subscribed before he was even aware of what his hands were doing. His username was Mr Moonlight, from the Beatle’s song. He had no other ideas, and it was odd, but he’d seen much stranger names.

When he saw your unlocked content… That’s when he became a little obsessed. The content wasn’t all sexual. In fact, what seemed to grip him the most was anything non-sexual in your feed. There were videos (really just audios with photos on the screen) of you reading books or poems, discussing your favorite art pieces (he discovered that you were studying art history and loved to hear you talk about it more than anything), and videos where you answered questions left by your subscribers. The comments were always surprisingly nice, apart from a few misogynistic ones that were usually torn apart by other commenters. While your content was generally geared towards men, he noticed there was a fair amount of women commenting. 

-Hi Lily! I found you from your tiktok account and wanted to support you since I love your videos, and I was so happy to see you have a mix of content! I expected to just subscribe and not ever really visit the page, but your additional non-sexual content was an awesome surprise. Keep it up! 

-You’re such a sweetheart and I love listening to you read. Thank you baby!!

-Never thought I’d sub to one of these channels but I love your vids sm <3

Most of the male commenters (and some females, too) called you baby and a lot of the commenters called you Lily, but Aaron knew it wasn’t your name. His suspicion was confirmed in one of your q&a videos.

“Hi everyone! TheWaterLilies here. I thought I’d do a short little q and a to answer some of the most frequently asked questions! A lot of these were sent in by you guys on my latest post, so thank you to everyone who participated!

One of the most-asked questions is if my name is Lily. My username is a reference to Monet’s Water Lilies series. When I was young and I first saw his paintings, I knew I wanted to spend my whole life in the art world! However, I love that you guys have a name to call me, so please feel free to call me Lily.

Another question is, what made me start my channel? Well, I have been struggling a bit financially. I’m trying to finish my master’s degree and pay my rent in a pretty expensive area. Plus, I was in a bit of an accident last year, so hospital bills were a mess. I’m all good now, but it took a big hit to my bank account.

Someone asked what my favorite art genre or period was. Honestly, it’s so difficult to choose! I think you all can pick up that I’m partial to older art pieces, but all genres have such depth and importance in their own way.

Quick change of energy here, but do I use toys for my audio… yes, I do. I sometimes have a difficult time trying to cum without one, plus they make it so much better… My hands aren’t that big! So, ya know.”

Your voice was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard. You loved the smallest details of things like art or poems. You appreciated the modern but loved the classics, they had a strong hold over your heart and you couldn’t quite let them go. You were desperate to please, loving to submit to your subscribers' requests even though you were the one in control of your content. 

Aaron quickly became a top tier subscriber. 

—

One morning as he was at his desk, going over reports given to him from the team down in the bullpen, he got a notification. The small chiming sound caused his hand to move to his phone thoughtlessly, but when he looked at his phone, he was certain he’d misread it despite the amount of times his eyes scanned the notification. 

- TheWaterLilies sent you a message:  “Hello!! I don’t often private message my subscribers, but you gave so much money to me this month I couldn’t not reach out! Is there anything specific I can do for you as a tier reward? Please let me know, I insist!”

His fingers froze over his keyboard. 

- I have more than enough money, and I love your content. It’s no trouble.

She was having none of it.

- But it’s no trouble for me either! I could do a specific video request, even if it’s an art video or something else. Please?

- I don’t know much about art. Anything I learned, I learned from you.

- Hm. Well, Mr. Moonlight… Expect something anyway, in your honor of course. Nice username! Do you like The Beatles, or is it from something else?

- It is the Beatles. I’m a bit surprised you knew.

- I’m a big fan of the Magical Mystery Tour album… don’t hold that against me. All their music is good but one of my friends is a die-hard Beatles fan and says I don’t know what I’m talking about.

- It’s an interesting choice, Ms. Waterlily, but I certainly won’t hold it against you. Everyone has different tastes, that’s the whole point of music. Pick one of your current favorite pieces for a new video. Your passion on the subject is more than enough for me.

- Thank you for your approval, sir. And thank you for permission :)

His pants grew uncomfortably tight and he shifted, unable to get anything substantial done for the rest of the day. So submissive, even in a fairly innocent conversation. Directed at him, nonetheless. 

When he finally got home, he saw that you had posted a new video. 

—

You began reaching out to him more. He had worried that you were doing it out of guilt, for him having spent so much money, but you were quick to assure him, in a personalized audio, that although you wanted to ensure he was happy with your content, you had taken a liking to talking with him. 

“You know, Mr. Moonlight, you really don’t need to worry. I may be submissive by nature, but I don’t do anything I don’t want to. If I was uncomfortable, I wouldn’t be speaking to you. I am grateful, don’t get me wrong, I’m getting close to paying off my hospital bill and still having enough for rent this month, but I enjoy talking with you. You’re not like a lot of people I know. You’re very put together, kind-natured, and so so smart. I honestly get a little lonely, I’m very shy, I’m sure you’ve noticed, so talking with you always brightens my day. I know very little about you, but I would love to know more. If that’s alright with you…”

He responded with a text.

- That’s comforting to hear, although there’s not a lot to know. 

- Tell me something you think is odd about you.

- How would I know what’s odd about me?

- Ok, well tell me something about you and I’ll decide if it’s odd.

He thought for a moment.

- I wear suits every day.

- That’s not odd! Now you’re just fueling my fantasies.

- You have fantasies about me?

- Maybe I do.

He sent an audio to you.

“Tell me about them, sweetheart.”

After a lack of response for a few minutes, he grew worried. 

- You don’t have to respond to that, sorry if I was being too forward…

But then you sent an audio clip back. Four minutes long. He clicked on it, tentatively, and nearly melted.

“Fuck, daddy, it should be illegal for you to have a voice like that…” you panted. “I wasn’t opening that expecting you to completely ruin my underwear with five words, I wasn’t ready… Ah, fuck, um… I’ve imagined what you look like, and that you have really big hands because of how quickly you respond, and even before you told me you wear suits everyday I w-I would imagine being on my knees under the desk for you as you work, with your hand on the back of my head, holding my hair as I please you… there’s something about you that’s so fucking commanding, I can’t explain it, I just- I c-cant help it, I want you to fucking claim me, bite me, punish me. Daddy, I’ll be so good for you-“ 

Your words got progressively more incoherent as he could hear the faint slick sounds of you fucking yourself, either with your fingers or on a toy, and your moans grew more frantic until you cried out, reaching your peak. The end of the audio was you catching your breath as you giggled.

“You’ve made me a mess, daddy.”

Aaron quickly saved the audio to his phone, his cock painfully straining against the fabric of his pants after hearing you cum for him. Over his voice. He replayed it, tugging his pants down and palming his thick, impossibly hard length to the sound of your confessions and sweet moans, cumming exactly when you did in the audio, wishing the hot sticky fluid all over him had been left by you instead of his own arousal.

- That was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

- I feel the same about the audio clip. I’m going to listen to it again later. Thank you for helping me cum, daddy.

- You’re immaculate.

—

That wasn’t the last time Aaron received audios from you, needy and breathless. Your texts became more frequent, and you messaged him every single day. You slowly coaxed more information out of him, learning that he was widowed and had a son. He was surprised that you were so unbothered by it, but once again had the nagging thought in his mind that he was your customer. Though you took an interest in his son. You never asked his name, not wanting to cross the line, but asked about him every day when you asked how his day was going. He couldn’t always answer, because of how frequent cases took him out of town, but you became a huge comfort to him whenever he did have time.

All of his orgasms were entirely dedicated to you. How could they not be? You seemed to be tuning your sexual content just for him. He had mentioned once that he loved when you called him daddy, and now you exclusively used that nickname. Before, you had changed it up frequently. He had also mentioned tying you up with his work tie. You incorporated that into your content, too, while begging for your daddy to wrap his large hands around your neck.

Four whole months passed like this, in constant contact but only knowing each other by voice and by username and all the other little qualities that were specific to you but couldn’t identify you in a crowd.

Then you sent him a message containing a phone number. He was terrified to actually click on it but managed to, the phone ringing and quickly being answered by you.

“H-hello?”

“Hi, baby,” he spoke nervously.

“Oh my god, it is you! That’s so weird that we have the same area code!”

“We do? I was so nervous to click on the number I didn’t even notice,” he admitted with a chuckle.

“You- you live in DC?”

“I do, but we don’t have to get into that if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“I think it makes me nervous,” you laughed. “Imagine if we had already crossed paths! Now I’ll constantly be looking over my shoulder thinking it’s you… not in a bad way, but definitely in a nervous way. You know how I am.”

“I would know if I’d seen you,” he told you with certainty. “Though unfortunately my job keeps me busy. I’m not around the universities much.”

“Ah, okay,” you said, and he couldn’t quite tell from the tone of your voice what you were thinking. “Oh! I called because I wanted to tell you the good news! They finally approved me for that museum internship I had been telling you about!”

“I’m so proud of you, baby,” he told you, smiling to himself. “The art museums here are great. That’s a big achievement.”

“Thank you! I wanted to tell you because you’ve been so helpful. Really, I wouldn’t have made it through that application process without your help financially and especially emotionally. Thank you so so much, Mr. Moonlight.”

“You’re most welcome, Ms. WaterLily. You deserve it. I have to go back to work now, but is it alright if I save your number?”

“Please do! Have a nice day at work. Don’t work too hard!”

He chuckled, and bid you goodbye.

Before standing up and leaving his office to see Derek Morgan looking at him with a smirk. He had been standing by the conference room door.

“Good phone call?”

“What do you mean?”

“I haven’t seen you smile like that for a while, boss. You don’t have to tell me, but whatever it was, you seemed happy.”

“I suppose I am,” he admitted, trying to keep a neutral expression.

Derek gave him a knowing look before walking off.

His mind was cloudy for the rest of his day. 

You weren’t far. Not at all.

He could probably profile which museum you were working at if he really wanted to, he already found himself thinking of the possibilities. 

Reid was in the break room when he walked in around lunch, and he had to turn around and leave before he asked the younger agent what DC museums with mostly older art pieces had internships.

He wouldn’t do that to you.

He was thinking about it constantly, but he couldn’t do that to you.

—

The next month was filled with phone calls with you after work. The rest of his team was growing a little suspicious, convinced he had a girlfriend even though that wasn’t the case. It stung him slightly, knowing how badly he wanted that. How badly he wanted you.

When you told him about your internship, he sent you the amount of money for a necklace he thought would suit you, asking you to buy it with what he gave you. You complied after insisting that he choose one worth less than $300. He begrudgingly agreed, and he received the first photo of you he’d ever seen. Only if your neck, with the necklace adorning it. It was heavily cropped, and you explained you were shy to even send this but wanted him to know how much you loved it.

He couldn’t help how his ear was always straining to hear your voice in the crowds of downtown DC. He even found himself going out more, telling himself he wasn’t looking for anything even though he knew he was.

Once he thought he heard a laugh that sounded like yours, but it went quiet quickly. 

He turned quickly to see a young woman waving to a friend who was sitting at a café table. She turned and gave him a small smile before walking past him. He tried to shake it out of his thoughts.

—

A month after the call about your internship, in January, he was guest-speaking at GWU, where he had attended college in past years. He was painfully aware of the fact that they had a masters program for art history, and although his visit was entirely unrelated to her field, he couldn’t help but wonder. After all, she seemed to take an interest in psychology.

He was in a fairly large lecture hall, filled about halfway, mostly with students in the criminal justice programs. Nervously scanning the room, knowing how unlikely it would be for you to attend something like this, his eyes landed on someone wearing a turtleneck. She were chatting quietly with the girl next to her, who was wearing a soft purple sweater. The girl in purple looked nervous and shy, her hands fiddling with something around her neck. He realized he had seen her before, passing her on the street.

Someone tall sat down in front of her, and he couldn’t really see below her eyes after that. But she was beautiful, young and curious. Eyes shining when she glanced over at him and smiled when she saw his eyes on her. He averted his gaze quickly, turning back to the professor he was doing this favor for.

It might have been the best lecture he’d ever given in his life. He was nervous, something he didn’t feel often unless it related to you, and he wasn’t even confident that you were among the crowd.

The girl in purple slipped out quickly.

As everyone filed out of the class, his phone chimed, showing that Waterlily was calling him. 

“Hey.”

“W-was… Are you… did you speak at GW today?” You stumbled through the words.

“I did, yes.” There was a pause before he heard you giggle, trying to stifle your laughter.

“I-I can’t believe you’re an FBI agent!” You laughed. “Oh my god, you have no idea how much that startled me! I was preparing to take notes on some random lecture from a random FBI agent and then it turns out to be you, and I was so distracted the entire time by your voice I don’t think a single thing sunk in.”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “I was kind of hoping you were in the crowd somewhere. A big coincidence, but a happy one. If you want me to repeat anything later, I’d be happy to.”

“You’re hot! Like, hot hot!” You exclaimed in a hushed tone. He laughed again. “Wait, can I say that about an FBI agent?”

“You can say whatever you’d like, baby. You’re not in trouble. I’m just glad you seeing me didn’t completely scare you off.”

“It’s kind of exactly how I pictured you. In the best way. I meant to stay after, to try and startle you as much as you did me, but I got super nervous and left…”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. You don’t have to meet me if you don’t want to,” he said, the words hurting him as he spoke.

“It’s not that,” you sighed. “You know I’m shy… that’s the whole reason I’ve only ever done audio.  Sometimes I worry that my audio-only personality doesn’t match up to… to me.”

“It doesn’t need to worry you. You looked beautiful today.”

“I’m going to pretend that you’re just trying to psych me out and that you didn’t actually see me…”

“Well, I am an FBI agent.”

“We need to talk about that!” You giggled. “Ah, I have to go. I’ll talk to you later, Aaron,” you emphasized his real name.

His heart skipped a beat.

“Bye, baby.”

You hung up. He sent you a text.

- Naughty of you to use my real name like that when I’m in public. Do you know what you do to me?

- I have no clue what you mean, sir. :)

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Aaron was desperately trying not to think of you while he did his job. Cases were often gruesome and ugly and complicated, he hated the thought of you being mixed in with all of it.

The most recent one involved young women. He couldn’t help but see you in them. He still wasn’t sure if the person he saw had been you, but nonetheless, the case was hitting him harder than it might usually.

In his downtime, he kept replaying the call he had with you a few nights before he left. When you had been super needy, and decided to turn to him to satisfy you, begging for him over the phone and coming undone with a cry of his name. Nothing had ever sounded more beautiful.

Rossi had been keeping a watchful eye on him throughout their time in Oklahoma.

“So… who is she?” He asked as he set his drink on the small table in Aaron’s hotel room.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Dave,” Aaron sighed. 

“Young, college student, matches the case profile probably… based on your weird behavior this week.”

Aaron was so tired he didn’t even try to deny it.

He just nodded.

Rossi smiled.

“I’ve never seen you like this.”

“I’ve never felt like this,” he admitted. “She’s… incredible. Insanely smart, talented, sweet…”

“What’s the problem, then?”

“She’s very shy. And I… I don’t know, I’m worried I’ll scare her away or something. And she’s young.”

Rossi shook his head. “It’s not that. Try again.”

Aaron shot his friend an annoyed look. “You know me way too well.” He leaned back in the chair, thinking of you. “I’m worried she doesn’t want what I want.”

“There we go. But Aaron, you’ll never know unless you ask. Is it worth it to pretend you aren’t feeling a certain way? You seem to like her. I think you have good judgement, and that you should tell her.”

“How?”

The older man took a sip of his drink. “You’ll figure it out. You’re smart.” He took his glass and stood. “Night, Aaron.”

“Goodnight Dave,” Aaron mumbled, deep in thought.

He waited a moment before calling you.

“Aaron, hi,” you yawned after picking up.

“Sleepy?”

“Mhm… finishing a paper... Or at least I was trying to. I think I might have fallen asleep and didn’t realize it. How’re you?”

He smiled when your words slurred together. You tended to get less coherent the sleepier you were, but always, always asked about his day. Even though he could never really tell you about it.

“I’m alright.”

“Hmm. You don’t sound as alright as you could be. Bad case? Bad FBI-related things?” You asked, having zero comprehension of what he was really up to since he didn’t tell you much. “Is your son ok?” You eventually murmured in a worried tone when Aaron didn’t respond right away.

“Oh, no, he’s fine. He’s doing really well, actually. It’s just… just this case. They’re usually bad, but this one got to me a little…”

“This is crass of me but… just how scary is your job?”

He didn’t know how to answer that question.

“It’s very serious. It never isn’t serious. It’s a lot. I’m sorry I don’t tell you much about it, but… I don’t want you to have to think about those kinds of things.”

“You don’t want me to worry?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I tend to do that anyway, but… Want me to get your mind off of it?”

“Always, sweetheart. Why don’t you tell me about your paper?”

You hummed and began reading part of it to him. He was just happy to listen to your voice, and would interject to ask questions here and there or for clarification. He could hear you writing notes as you went through.

“I’m sorry if this is boring,” you laughed about five minutes in. “I feel like I haven’t really brought it together yet, and it’s all slurring around in my brain.”

“You’re never boring.”

“Tell that to my friends who beg me to shut up any time I see art anywhere. We could be on the subway, I’ll see an ad and I’ll start analyzing it… which is so unnecessary, I know, but I can’t help it! Doing it so much all day has ruined my brain.” He laughed at your response, laying flat on the bed, still dressed as his phone was laying next to him. “You know, I’ve never seen you smile. That was what I kept thinking about when you were talking at GWU. Even though I knew your voice, I’d heard you laugh, I didn’t see you smile once during that lecture you gave. You looked very serious.”

“I don’t really smile often.”

“You should. You’re already very handsome, so I’m sure it’ll only make you look better,” you teased.

“You give me too much credit.”

“No, I think I don’t give you enough… Seriously. I think you smiling would be my new favorite art piece.”

“Really? That’s extremely generous. Especially coming from you.”

“I have good taste!” You retorted with a laugh.

The two of you were silent for a moment.

“Hey, Aaron?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Thank you for taking care of me. And listening to me…”

“Oh-of course. Thank you for doing the same.”

“Of course,” you whispered. “ Umm… Do you come back soon?”

“Tomorrow.”

“That’ll be nice. I’m sure your son will be very happy to see you.”

“Yeah… the weather is supposed to be a little warmer this weekend, I think he was wanting to have a sleepover with a friend, though.”

“Hopefully he can have a sleepover and spend time with you,” you murmured.

“Yeah, it would be nice. I’m hoping I don’t get called away again too soon. Are you working this weekend?”

“Yeah, and Friday. Won’t be too bad, though. Just short shifts that I volunteered to take. Not like I had much else to do aside from finishing assignments… most of my friends are busy. If I have free time, I might upload another video… I don’t know yet. Do you have plans?”

“Only to watch said video if you do upload it,” he joked. Well, he was entirely serious.

A knock sounded from the door.

“Hotch?” It sounded like it was Reid.

“Hang on,” he spoke quietly into the phone. “Just a second, Reid,” he called, clicking the button to mute himself just in case Reid mentioned any details about the killings. He was sure you didn’t want to hear those without any kind of warning.

He went and opened the door. “Hey. We were going to go grab dinner. Do you want us to bring something back for you?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” Aaron spoke, clearing his throat slightly. 

“Who are you on the phone with?”

“Just a friend of mine,” Hotch said a little too quickly.

Reid gave him a bit of a look. “Oh, ok. Well, we’ll be back soon!” He turned and walked down the hall.

Aaron sighed and closed his door, walking back over to his phone and unmuting himself.

“You still there?”

“Mhm. Do you have to go?”

“No, just one of my agents asking me if I wanted dinner. I told him to get me whatever. We’re all around each other so much I think they can guess what I will and won’t eat.”

“They sound great,” you hummed happily.

“They are great. I have a great team. Have to be careful, though. They are all profilers. Reid remembers everything he’s ever read or heard.”

“Reid?”

“Yeah. You may have heard of him. I know he does lectures at the universities fairly often. And he spends a ton of time in museums.”

“Maybe,” you mumbled into the phone. “I do attend a lot of lectures…” He heard shuffling of papers that were likely scattered on your table. “Oh, it’s almost 7! You should call your son.”

Aaron smiled that you knew what time he usually called Jack.

“You’re right. Can I call you back after?”

“Only if you play with me,” you teased. “I need a distraction.”

“I will, but you have to be patient,” he told you sternly. 

“Yes, sir.”

He knew you knew how weak it made him when you called him that in such a sweet voice.

“I’ll call you back soon, baby.”

He called you back as soon as he ended his phone call with Jack. Not that he was in any rush, but Jack was already half asleep.

“Can I please please play with myself, daddy?”

He chuckled darkly at your impatience. “Why should you be allowed to, baby?”

“I’ve been so good, I promise, I’m almost finished with my paper,” you mewled. “I need you…”

“Touch yourself, then. Go ahead. Let daddy hear you.” You gasped as you finally touched yourself. “Slide two fingers in, princess.”

“Mmmfh, fuck! Daddyy…. Want your hands!”

“Aw, are yours too small, princess? Don’t reach deep enough?”

“N-no! They don’t!”

Aaron had pulled himself out of his slacks and was stroking along to your desperate whimpers and panting.

“Do you have a toy?”

“In-fuck, in my drawer…”

“How big are your toys?”

“Biggest one is-is se-seven inches, I think, never had much more…” you whined.

“Daddy is bigger than seven,” he murmured darkly. “But I’ll have to do for now. Go get it. Take your fingers out.”

You whimpered and he heard rustling before you settled down again. “I have it.”

“Line it up underneath you,” he rasped, paying attention to the head of his cock. “Run it against your slit.”

“Ah, ah, daddy… please let me have it… need your cock so fucking bad!”

“Are you begging, sweetheart? So impatient… pretending like your silly toy is daddy’s thick cock underneath you?”

“Need it so bad! Please, daddy! I’m so fucking wet, it’s going down my thighs,” Aaron threw his head back at your cries, desperate to be seated inside you.

“Sink down on it, princess.”

“Mm-ah!” He heard the sharp gasp you let out from being breached and split open.

“Grind on daddy’s cock like a good little slut.”

“Oh, fuck, fuck, please! It’s so deep, feels so good!”

Aaron was working himself furiously and he could hear your desperate movements. “Such a pathetic little girl. So desperate for cock. Are you always such a slut, or just for me? Hmm?”

“J-just for you! I only need you!”

“Oh?”

“I swear, daddy! I only touch myself thinking of you, only crying out for you when I cum, only need you, daddy!”

“Good fucking girl… oh fuck… Are you going to cum, baby? Gonna cum on daddy’s cock?”

“Yes, daddy! Please cum in me, wanna be marked, wanna be owned! Ah!”

You came with a loud cry, and Aaron couldn’t help but cum to the gorgeous sound of you cumming in real-time. Hot spurts of cum landed on his hands and his thighs as he heard your mewls. He reveled in your labored breathing on the other end afterward.

You let out little whimpers. He gently asked what was wrong, and you mumbled, “sticky… tired… need to clean up…” 

He wished he could clean you up himself, and tuck you into his bed, crawling in next to you with your body heat against him all night.

When you finally managed to mumble a coherent ‘goodnight,’ you also mumbled something else into the phone. “Need you, daddy. Get home safe… Come back safe…”

He hung up and thought about what Rossi had said to him earlier.

‘Tell her.’

-

Aaron was sitting on the jet the next afternoon, and Reid was talking about some sort of art exhibit with Prentiss. Aaron’s ears perked up a little, but he tried not to show it.

“Yeah, they discuss in depth analysis and everything! There are a few new guides there helping with the program and they’re really good. One of them was very helpful for insight in historical facts and methodology…”

“What museum?” Aaron asked without looking up from the file in his hands. Reid answered quickly before continuing to talk about a piece that he had found interesting. 

Aaron thought back to how you seemed to recognize Reid’s name.

Helpful new museum guides. 

When the plane landed, Aaron told everyone to take the next two days off after what happened in Oklahoma. He went home and got changed, knowing Jack was with Jessica for another night, and got in his car.

—

It was a fairly gray day for D.C. as he entered the museum, growing quiet since it was nearly closing time. It was someplace he had been before, long ago, but never really appreciated.

He knew that at the end of your shifts you liked to pick a piece to examine more closely before leaving. He wondered which one it would be, if you were here like he thought you were.

A few rooms and halls later, and he heard light footsteps. And then, there you were. He was certain of it. Now, he knew for sure that you were the one in the purple sweater at the lecture he gave. The same woman he passed on the street. You had a lanyard around your neck that he couldn’t read with your back partly to him, and were leaned on your toes slightly to get a better look at the painting as you walked back and forth in front of it. You looked impossibly soft, wearing a pink sweater and a white skirt, head tilted to the side. 

He knew then.

“What piece is it today?” He called out softly, not wanting to startle you. 

He saw your body freeze and tense, trying to analyze the situation. 

“I’m sorry if I startled you…” He spoke, trying not to sound hurt as he considered leaving, but your body slowly relaxed as you recognized his voice. You turned your head to face him, looking into his eyes and blinking in utter disbelief. When he smiled at you, your face relaxed, and you gave him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.

“I was kinda wondering when you’d come find me,” you replied, allowing him to walk closer to you. “Since you’re an FBI agent, and all.”

When he stopped next to you, you turned your head back and used your hand to point to a specific part of the painting, and began to tell him what you thought.

He listened carefully as his eyes flickered between you and the painting and he was certain his heart almost stopped the moment he felt your smaller hand easily slip into his. He squeezed it as you looked back to him.

“I’m… I’m not good at this sort of thing, Aaron.”

“What sort of thing?” He ventured, gently.

“Well… I… I don’t know what this is, between us,” you whispered. You didn’t know what to say. “I-I’ve grown really attached to you. I think about you all the time, and I think that this could be referred to as a relationship. But the thing is, I haven’t been in any sort of relationship for almost two years now… and I honestly don’t know what I’m doing,” you admitted. “I just know that I… I feel extremely drawn to you. It’s never been a customer and provider sort of relationship to me,” you whispered the last part as though you were afraid of his reaction.

“Well, to start,” he shifted his entire body to face you, and you did the same. “Tell me your name.”

You immediately broke into a smile and covered your mouth with one hand. “Oh my god, I’m sorry!” You laughed. “How did I forget about that…” you smiled shyly, and gently told him your real name.

“It’s beautiful,” he said. “You’re beautiful.”

You blushed and tentatively moved closer to him, looking into his eyes as he studied yours.

“I thought it was wishful thinking that someone as young and as popular as you would ever think of me as anything more than a customer. I think I’ve completely fallen for you anyway, despite believing it to be impossible.”

“How could you fall for someone like me? Who you’d never seen before?”

“Easily, when someone has a personality like yours. When someone has passion like yours, is so caring for a stranger like you are, with someone who has the sweetest voice I had ever heard like you have, everything. Everything about you. How could I not?”

You were looking up at him with wonder. 

“And you still want me?”

Aaron almost laughed. You were easily one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on, and you were doubtful that he could want you?

“Seeing you only made me want you more, not less. Nothing could make me stop wanting you. I know I’m older, I’m a widow, I’m a father, I’m a lot of things someone your age wouldn’t ever look for, wouldn’t ever want-“

You shook your head and stopped him from going further by moving a hand up to his face, to rest on his cheek.

“I guess we both see each other a lot differently than we see ourselves… you’re older than me, yes, but that doesn’t bother me. None of that does. You’re Aaron. You’ve been there for me ever since we started talking. I know I’m young, but I’m old enough to know what I want, too. And I- I want you. All of you.”

Your faces were inches apart, and as Aaron gently leaned down to close the gap between you, to press his lips against yours, you wrapped your arms around his neck and his encircled your waist.

It felt like everything. It was intense, longing, happy, just everything. You could have cried over how happy you were.

When you pulled away, he was smiling at you. Not the soft, gentle smiles he had been giving you before. A big smile.

“I told you you’d look even more handsome if you smiled.”

It only made Aaron grin even more, and he kissed you again before an announcement came over the speakers saying the museum would be closing soon.

You both stared at each other for a moment, Aaron’s arms still holding you.

“I suppose that’s our cue to leave… do you have anything else to do for work before you leave?”

You shook your head, already unwilling to let go of him. His big hands on you were everything you were wanting, and you couldn’t stop yourself from squeezing your thighs together. Without even meaning to, you were pressing yourself further into him.

“I’m here, I’m not going anywhere,” he told you gently.

“Daddy?” You murmured, looking up at him.

“Baby?”

“C-could you… um…”

“Use your words, sweetheart,” he encouraged, smirking down at you a little. 

“Please,” you begged, the dam finally breaking. “Please take me home and fuck me. I’ve been wanting you since the moment I heard you. When I saw you for the first time, I thought I was going to cum on the spot. Everything about you, I just… I need you.”

“Good girl,” he said as he brushed his thumbs over your face. You parted ways briefly as you went to the back to clock out and promised to meet him by the front door.

You did as you promised and nearly knocked Aaron over when you threw yourself back into his arms so he could walk you to his car. Aaron felt some sort of pride well up within himself, feeling as though you were finally his as you clutched his arm. The entire ride home you had your hands on his arm or his hand, trailing down and touching him as though you couldn’t quite believe he was yours to hold onto. It was working him up the entire time, making him feel as though he was about to lose control. When he closed the front door behind you he pinned you against the wall and kissed you fervently, your soft lips complying to his demands and you let out a desperate whine. He was quick to enter your mouth with his tongue and your hands reached up to his shoulders, holding on as one of your legs was slowly being hiked up his thigh.

“Daddy,” you whimpered, pulling him closer when he moved to place open-mouthed kisses on your neck, sending shockwaves throughout your body. 

“What is it, baby? Tell daddy what you want.”

“Please fuck me, fuck me against the wall,” you begged. “Take me. Make me yours,” you whispered into his ear as your hand traveled to the bulge that was pressing against your leg, thick and hot. He picked you up suddenly, your legs wrapping around him as he nipped at your neck. 

“I’m proud of you using your words, but I’m not claiming my good girl against the wall,” he rumbled as he carried you up a set of stairs, your hands all over him and undoing buttons on his shirt. He opened a door and you peeked up to see what you assumed to be his bed.

He leaned over to place you down on the soft mattress, and you didn’t let him pull away as you claimed his mouth once more. He was taking your heels off as you continued working on his shirt, groaning as you revealed his toned chest. He didn’t have defined abs or anything, but you could easily tell he was strong. He moved to undoing the zipper on your pencil skirt, even rolling you over to find it, pull it down, before rolling you back. You let him manhandle you as much as he wanted, it was only turning you on more. He kicked his own shoes off and climbed over you, one hand traveling down to slip under your completely ruined underwear and against your clit. He started making gentle circles that had you bucking against him.

“Are you gonna beg me to cum in you? Want daddy’s raw dick inside you?” You nodded, looking at him with big doe eyes and gasping when he pressed down a little harder. “Are you on birth control, baby?”

“Mhm, I have an IUD. Cum in me as much as you want,” you moaned as he entered you with two fingers.

“Oh, I will, princess.” He continued to work you on his hand until you couldn’t hold out anymore. His fingers were curled to massage your sensitive spot and you were falling apart. His fingers felt good, better than you’d imagined, but you wanted more.

“Please don’t tease! I just need you in me,” you gasped as he bit your neck, causing you to grind against him in his grip even more. “There’s time for you to tease me later…”

“You always have been impatient… but none of your toys are as big as me. I need to get you ready first.”

“I’m only impatient with you,” you moaned into his mouth as your hand moved to undo his pants and you grasped his cock, much thicker and longer than your toys. “Oh, god, so big…” you pumped his length up and down as he continued toying with your clit. He pulled your underwear aside and you lined him up with your entrance, panting, absolutely desperate, still bucking against him as he played with you. The tip was pressing into your entrance, and it felt fucking euphoric. He moved to grip your hips tightly as you wiggled, trying to take him further, and at that moment he noticed you were so worked up that you had been dripping all the way down your thighs and likely wouldn’t last long before cumming. He finally gave in and shoved himself all the way inside of you, causing you to cum instantly around him. “Ah, Aaron!” You cried, clinging to him as Aaron focused all of his energy into not following suit as your walls convulsed around his cock, pulling him in tighter.

“Oh fuck, baby, I didn’t know you were that desperate for my cock… I would have found you a lot sooner if I knew.”

You were moaning and clenching around him as he held you, willing himself not to give in to the impossibly wet and tight heat trying to milk out his cum. 

When you regained your composure slightly, you shocked him by moving against him, moaning as he starts hitting your spot. “Mmmh, need you…”

He pulled your top off quickly, gripping one of your breasts roughly and kneading it as he began to thrust upward into you. Both of you were panting, hard, and he was so focused on how well you were swallowing up his cock in your tight heat that he was entirely losing focus, and losing control. He began going faster, nearly rentless and you spurred him on, begging, tearing up his shoulders with your nails.

“Fuck, baby, so fucking perfect, so tight… you’re dripping, staining my clothes. So messy. Do you like getting used like a toy? Having daddy’s cock spearing you open as he fucks you? Give me your hand…” you did as you were told and he placed it on your lower stomach, and you could feel him moving inside you, causing your eyes to flutter closed. “Such a good, good little slut… do you want daddy to cum inside of you? Do you want my big, raw cock to breed you? Hm?”

Aaron would happily admit how much your breeding kink turned him on, even if you were on birth control. It drove him absolutely insane.

“Fuck, yes!” You cried, tears streaming down your cheeks over how much pleasure you were in. “Daddy, please breed me! I’m yours! Belong to you!”

“Look at these tits, I bet you’re extra-fucking fertile.”

“Fill me with your cum, daddy! I need it!”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart. Are you going to cum with me?” You nodded as you rocked your hips against him fiercely, eyes locked on his as he fucked you harder than you’ve ever had been in your life. He moved to work his hand against your clit as you saw pure white in your vision, mouth dropping open and crying loudly as you felt your second orgasm sneaking up on you, feeling his hips stutter as he prepared to spill in you. 

“Oh god daddy, cum in me! Please, please, please! Oh!” you cried, pulsing around him again as your cum coated his cock.

He kissed down your neck and groaned as he released inside of you, the hot ropes of his cum were coming out with so much force that you could feel it inside of you.

Aarons arms were still encased around you as you tried to catch your breath.

“Mmh..” you mumbled as he kissed your cheek. 

“Let me clean you up, princess,” he said softly as he pulled out, and you instantly missed his length, but he kissed your face to make up for it as he began to pull off your remaining clothing. You had only just realized that your bra and underwear were still on, as were his pants. In the frenzy to get him inside of you, you’d skipped a few steps along the way. He left briefly to get a towel and wiped in between your legs before changing and pulling the covers up for you to climb into bed. You complied, but moved slow with sore limbs as he helped you. He climbed in after, and you rested your head on his chest.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed. “You met me officially just an hour or so ago and already I’m falling asleep in your bed…” 

“You’re always welcome to sleep here,” he assured, brushing hair from your face. “Please don’t feel sorry for it. Maybe we did this a bit backwards, but I don’t regret it. As long as you’re here, I’m happy.”

You smiled at him sleepily. “I’m happy, too. I’m not letting you go now, you know.”

“Same for you, baby. But for now, sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”