‘ANGEL,
-GOTHAM!VICTOR ZSASZ X READER-
⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; He’s the sadist to your masochist, and he intends to prove it.
⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!victor x female reader. SMUT. pure porn. second part to the “gotham characters eating you out” series. Obsessive victor. Sadist victor. Victor being cannonically a manwhore.
♫ “Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me.” Angel by Massive Attack
It’s true what they say. You never see him coming, he just appears. Typically it would be used for violence, but no. He showed up at your apartment unannounced an hour ago, just in the shadows. You could still see the dried blood textured on his leather- fresh from the kill. He looked at you like he always had, gaze devoid of anything at all. But no, you’d known better. He was riled up.
The adrenaline from his kills always hit you the hardest and fastest. Typically because, in his words, it meant you were “getting laid” tonight. You didn’t mind, you enjoyed how he tapped his fingers against your window, a soft request to be let in.
After each kill and each scar cut into him, you were the first person he’d see. Allieviate all…underlying tensions still left in his body. When his blood was still pumping from a victims screams, and his cock throbbed hard with the adrenaline of the chase.
You’d known from the begginning something was different about tonight, though. No quick quips, or light conversation before he fucked you. Hell, he’d even sometimes play sudoku on your phone beforehand. But there was no restraining him today. He was fired up.
Which is why, for the past hour, he’s been inbetween your legs, not letting you cum until you say it.
What is it, exactly? You don’t know.
He’s been teasing you all night, tongue pulling away from your folds at even the slightest spasm. You’d already tried begging, and he gave you a sympathetic frown.
“Wrong answer babe…” He trails off, letting your high come down, before his mouth is on you again. His tongue swirls roughly around your clit, and you struggle not to shudder.
A cold, gloved hand holds your thigh up. The other one is thrown over his shoulder. Every now and again he’ll look up at you, smirk on his face. You want to kill him.
His movements against your clit are calculated- flicking gently. Damn him and his expirence. A ladies man. You almost feel jealous- before the feeling of his hands digging into your thigh brings you back to him.
“Ah ah ah.” He tsks, in between rough and gentle kitten licks against your cunt. “Come back to me.” His hand only leaves your thigh to gently snap at you. To bring you back out of your pleasure and running thoughts. He wants every last drop of your attention.
You let out a soft whine, not willing to give in.
“All you have to do…” His tongue dips into your center, and you involuntarily clench up. He keeps his eye contact on you, before departing once more. “Is say it, sweetheart.” You hear the smirk in his voice.
“Say what?” You breathe wildly, desperate to cum. He gives you one more lick, before he pulls out a switchblade from the inside of his suit. Your eyes widen.
He doesn’t answer you, only returns to teasing, this time with a blade in hand. He licks a long stripe from your clit, up and down your thigh, where he places the knife against the delicate plush of your skin. You want to tell him to stop, but you don’t, and so he doesn’t.
The gloved hand drags the knife down only a few inches, and you yelp. A red mark is stuck into your skin. A tally mark on your thigh. He gently sighs, open mouthed at the mark, before swiftly putting the switch blade back in its place.
“Say it.” It comes out as more of a growl this time, as his movements suddenly transform. The soft licks are gone, replaced with the entirety of his lips, eagerly kissing and sucking and licking at the tender flesh.
Between the harsh stinging pain on your thigh and the pleasure of him in between your legs, you feel your orgasm begin again. You search your mind for what he could possibly want from you- you’d already begged please before. Already said his name. Already praised him and proclaimed your devotion a million times over just tonight.
His movements only quicken against the wetness of your slit, and he runs his hands up against the cut in your thigh. You gasp and moan in pain as his fingers dig into the cut, orgasm and burning pain piling up on one another in pure bliss. You feel the tears in your eyes sting, and the build up of release rapidly increasing.
You say the only words left, the only words you know for sure have gone unsaid.
He looks so pretty like this, even with your blood on his hands and your slick around his lips.
“I love you,” You damn near scream, you plead. You need to cum.
And he finally lets you.
At those words, a loud growl rips through him, pain reaching a peak as he plays with the cut on your thigh and expertly devours you. He manhandles your body even closer than what you thought possible, shoving his face into your pussy like a man starved.
He rides you through your orgasm, licking and looking at you. Your chest heaves under him, and your sure the sheets are red from the blood in your thigh.
When he finally parts, he lifts himself over you- so he’s face to face.
He’s a touch too composed for your liking, and he hovers over you. His face blank.
You two lay in scilence, and you feel the burning pain in your thigh more and more as the aftershocks from your orgasm subside.
In a quick movement, he kisses your nose in a quick peck.
“I love you too.” He grins like a school girl- before flopping over next to you as if nothing had happened. “Thats all I wanted to hear,” He shrugs, eyeing the ceiling with his head propped on his hands behind his head.
His smile is the biggest you’ve ever seen.
