Criminal Minds Imagines

Caught *Hotchner* || Smut

"Now I'm only doing this for you." I say deleting the record.
"No wait, you can't do that. You sai-" he stops as he sees me pressing record again

"Alright this is what you need to know. The guy you're looking for Anthony Hoods." I say in the phone and then place it on the coffee table.

"Where is he?" Hotchner asks me and i move closer to him biting my lip.

"He's dead." I kneel down in front of the FBI agent and slowly start to move my hand up his leg.

"What are you doing?" He asks me furrowing his brows. I press my index to my lips indicating him to be silent and start talking.

"I only killed him because he couldn't stop his urge to kill and he was gonna kill me if i didn't do that." I say playing with my finger up on his pants. He moves uncomfortably and furrows his brows.

"Why didn't you report to the police he was killing those girls?" The agent asks me controlling his voice and i start laughing.

"Yeah cause those morons would've believe that the son of the sheriff is a serial killer." I say and he scoffs.

"No, i don't think that's why you didn't tell anyone. See now i think you liked seeing him killing those girls, but i do believe you killed him in self defense." He says and i sigh looking into his eyes.

"I didn't like watching that, it was horrible, but he made me watch it. Tony was my boyfriend and i loved him, yes so much that i thought i would help him stop his urge to kill, but then again, after he was dead, who would've believed he killed them? They would've found me responsible for all the deaths and as you can see, i can't afford some big ass lawyer to get me out of this mess so after i finally realized there's no way to get out, i contacted you. I knew the FBI would investigate deeper." I say looking at him so focused on my face.

"Alright i believe you. Our profile did say it was a male killer and your story backs up, you didn't pour gasoline for me. You did that to protect yourself from Tony, you knew he wouldn't risk his life to kill you. But why not just come to the station? Why all this charade?" He asks me and I turn to his phone.

"Well i think you already figured that out. I mean you're a profiler, right?" I say and i show him the device

"Should I stop it now?" He nods at my question and i put his phone on the coffee table again.

"Yes i am a profiler, but i still don't understand why you choose me to come here." He says and i see his genuine confusion.

"Because." I whisper into his ear. "I think you deserve to have some fun and it seems like all you do is work work and work." I move my hand up his leg and caress it slowly over his crotch area.

"Stop." He whispers smiling and I'm not sure whether he means it or not.

"Are you sure?" I ask taking my hand away and he leans his head towards mine and shakes his head.

"No?"

"So you do enjoy it." I smirk feeling him getting harder under my touch. I look into his eyes while my hands take off my top and rub him gently through the dress pants.

"You know i can have you arrested for what you're doing." He whispers trying to get a hold of his voice.

"Yes, but we both know that's not gonna happen." I move my lips onto his crotch area and kiss it looking at him trying to control his body. My fingers loosen the belt and unzip his trousers and as i touch him through the thin material of his white boxers i can hear him grunt softly.

"That's good." I whisper running my hand up and down and i can see him closing his eyes as he hardens under my touch. His chest is rising and falling so rapidly as my palm goes under his boxers feeling his soft but hard shaft.
I take his cock out and feel him lifting his body off the sofa allowing me to take off his boxers and work better on him.