"feel free to make a request" lmao girl, you know i'm a slut for request + victor zsasz, so how about "I’m just doing my job" from the prompt list?
This went a bit longer than I meant for it to go, ha-ha. Hope you like it hon.
warnings: implied sex, threat of violence, swear words, implied danger, Victor being Victor, nothing to explicit.
You met Victor the first week you got to Gotham. You weren’t trying to meet anybody, just trying to enjoy a well deserved drink. This jerk had been trying to get you to go with him to his car. Victor had slid into the booth next to you sliding his arm about your waist. He nuzzled into your neck, Victor also placed a gun on the table aiming it at the jerk that was pestering you. Dude got the not so subtle hint. Victor continued to sit with you.
“You’re new here.” Victor studied you as you sipped the drink he ordered for you. “To Gotham.” He ran finger along your jaw. Victor was not subtle about his intentions but it was more flattering than that other creep. He was sexy and intense, getting caught in his eyes you felt like you were drowning in the depths of those dark pools. “You need someone to keep you safe in this city.”
“Are you offering your services?” You asked as his face got closer.
“My services come with a high price, sweetness. I don’t think you can afford them, babydoll.”
“Oh.” Victor chuckled at the pout of your lips.
He brushed his lips gently against yours, “I think we can come to a pleasant arrangement.” From there everything moved quickly. Making out in the booth, the cab ride to the closest motel, clothes flying everywhere once the door was locked. You lost track of how many times he made you come, before he finally fucked you, seeking his own release. You fell asleep from exhaustion, snug against his chest. When you woke he was gone, a note left behind letting you know he would look for you again soon.
Two weeks later and no word from Victor, you came to the conclusion it was a one night stand. You were disappointed but it was probably better in the long run. Victor never asked for your number, hell he probably forgot your name.
It had been a horrible day at work, your boss had yelled at you in front of the whole office. He had said some of the most horrible things. You weren’t even the one who messed up, when it came to light who fucked up, he didn’t even apologize. Shithead. You didn’t see the flowers right away, too caught up in your thoughts. After dropping your coat and purse on the nearest chair you went straight to the bathroom to shower. It wasn't until after the shower that you noticed them on the crappy little table you had salvaged from the trash.
Your first two thoughts were someone gave me flowers and someone's been in my apartment. Someone broke in to leave flowers, you didn't know how to feel about that, other than wary. Alarmed. You decided calling the cops would be pointless at this point. You checked for a card, familiar writing. Been thinking about you. Victor. PS Don't wait up for me. Should you be scared? Instincts say yes. But your body is betraying you just thinking of that one night with him
. You had made sure every lock was locked, before crawling into bed. As much as you wanted to see Victor again, it unnerved you that he was able to find where you lived with no prior information. Eventually you drifted off to sleep, dreams plagued with Victor doing wicked things to you.
The feel of a warm body against your back tore you out of your slumber. “Someone having a good dream?” Victor’s voice in your ear. You tensed up not knowing how you should react. “Relax, (y/n). I would have let you sleep, but you kept whimpering my name in your sleep.”
“How did…”
“How did I get into your apartment?” You nodded. “You need better locks, sweetness.” Victor nuzzled your neck. “I am glad that you used all of them. Sometimes people get lazy about it.” You didn’t bother saying that it was because of his note, that it was on the creepy side. “We can get better ones for your door. And the windows could use better security.” Soft kisses on your neck.
“You know breaking into a girl’s home to leave her flowers is a bit… um…”
“Creepy?” He chuckled. “So, don’t do that?”
“Flowers are appreciated, but yeah no breaking and entering.”
“In truth, I was just doing my job.”
“Your job?” Victor heard the confusion in your voice, sliding his hand over your stomach resting just at the waistband of your underwear.
“I believe we have an arrangement, sweetness.” Victor shifted his hands to your hips and pulled you into him, causing you to gasp as he ground his hardness into you.
“I haven’t seen you in two weeks how have you been keeping up your end of the deal, Victor?”
Victor started nibbling on your neck, “You don’t need to see me, to know I am keeping you safe, (y/n). You almost got mugged three times so far and I caught your landlord going through your things. I broke his hand. Now you’re rent free to the end of your lease in four months.”
“Oh my God, he was going through my things?” Definitely time to move.
“May I collect my payment, sweetness?” Victor purred in your ear and you let out a whispered yes.
