Forbidden Addiction (Aaron HotchnerxReader) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 12

This is prob gonna be really short Bc i should be asleep rn

TW: groping

ALSO!! the amount of reads!! TYSMMM
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3rd person POV

2 hours after.

"Y/n. the lady at the front said you could use changing room 3, it should have an outfit that should fit you in there." You opened door 3, "Thanks em...God, I never thought I would have to do this again." Emily smiled lightly, "Let me know if you need something. we will all be watching." She left, you found the outfits on the small rack in there, you chose your favorite one in your size that was a dark red and lace.

You apply your makeup as you do your best to remember your old routine. "Hey y/n- wow, you look hot- you are up next, be ready." "Thanks Derek, I'll be out in a minute." You heard the announcer call your stage name, you took off the robe covering your outfit and sauntered on stage seductivley as the lights dimmed and the music began to play. It felt like old times when you grabbed the pole and began to follow your routine on beat.

From a distance, Hotch's eyes were glued to your body. He craved you more than he thought humanly possible.

Your body moved so gracefully and to him you looked beyond ethereal. He did not even notice when the music came to an end and you did your signature end move. Blowing kisses to the crowd as you walked off.

You caught your breath as you put on your robe and walked back to room 3. You went to shut the door but were stopped by a force. you turned and a ugly man that had fit your profile perfectly was there. You kept your composure as you allowed yourself to act as a victim, "Oh sir, you shouldn't be back here, but if you are wanting a private dance you can request it at the front desk." You said this all with a smile as you walked backwards. Secretly retrieving your gun.

Once it was in your hand, behind your pack, you took your chance, kicking the poorly hidden knife out his hands and aiming your gun at his face once he was pinned to the wall. "Oh come on pretty baby." "Shut the fuck up, you are under arrest for the murders of multiple women." The man laughed, "What are you putting me on Citizens arrest or something?" "I am an FBI agent dipshit, so I suggest you keep quiet." You had not been able to handcuff him yet so you were caught off guard, but kept your composure, when the man's hands squeezed your lower area.

You were 5'7 but the man was still taller and was way heavier, you struggled against him while dragging him out of the room. "Hotchner." Hotch and his team turned hearing you call out his name, they were all surprised at the sight of you dragging him out, the unsub normally attacked his victims in their homes. Derek ran up to you, taking him off your hands and handcuffing him.

You stuffed your gun in the pocket of the robe, not even caring that you were still wearing the exposing outfit.

"Alright, Well I am gonna change so we can leave." Hotch turned back to the team, "I am going to talk to the owner and wait for Y/n. All of you can go to the hotel to sleep, Emily please wait for us in the car."

They nodded, walking out of the club.

Hotch in fact did not talk to the owner. Instead he went straight to your room.

"I was waiting for you." Y/n says with a smirk once she sees the reflection of the man in the mirror.

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