Gotham After Hours {One Shot/Imagines/Drabbles Collection}

Needs (Victor Zsasz x Reader) - Fluff

Just a small thingie I came up with this morning. It's basically Victor asking for sex 😏

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Victor and you are spending the night together at your place. You were washing the dishes when, all of a sudden, you felt Victor push his hips against yours from behind, trapping you between him and the kitchen counter.

Looking over your shoulder, you raised an eyebrow. "Victor?"

He didn't say anything.

The bald hitman just stood over you silently. There was a dark, demanding aura that emitted from him, one that you've never really felt before.

While there were many word that could describe it - dark, scary and maybe a tad bit overbearing - the main one that came to mind was possessive.

A mischievous twinkle in his eyes, Victor wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him.

Your heart raced. What's he doing?

Obviously hugging you, dumbass, a snippy little voice said in the back of your head. It's what couples do...

Well, I know that, you argued back.

But still, you were surprised. Of all the times Victor and you have gone out on dates - to the restaurant, the rooftops or the harbor - he's never been physical with you. He's always kept his hands to himself, either shoved in his pockets or close to his guns.

You usually had to ask him to hold your hand before he would do anything remotely romantic.

Sometimes even remind yourself that you two were going out.

Twisting around, you tried to see if you could face him, but failed. His strong arms kept you in place.

"Victor...?" You asked, this time a hint of worry in your voice. "What're you doing?"

"Taking what's mine," he whispered, voice low and predatory.

With one arm still around you, he brushed your hair to the side and placed his lips on a sweet spot of your neck that you didn't know you even had. Goosebumps ran up and down your arms and all the way to your back.

You couldn't help but shudder.

Victor bit down.

"Eep!"

Although you couldn't see him, you felt his smirk against your skin. "You like that?"

He didn't even wait for you to respond. Instead, his hands immediately moved to the straps of your shoulder and pushed it off.

Victor placed more kisses.

"Wait!!" You struggled out of his grasp and fixed your shirt.

Your breathing heavy, you felt lightheaded. Not because you didn't like what was going on; but because you liked it so much.

A little too much.

Victor chuckled, amused. "Are you hyperventilating?"

"Shut up," you flushed red. "And not to be rude or anything, but why are you so touchy-feely now?"

There was a long silence. His eyes darkening once more, a serious expression took over his face.

"...Because," he answered, walking towards you in a slow, steady pace.

You swallowed nervously. "Because what...?"

"A man," Victor breathed, "still has his needs..."

His fingers brushing up along your jaw, he moved his hand to cup the back of your head and used his arm to pin your shoulder back on the wall. It hurt; but, you couldn't deny that you were enjoying it.

"And right now, _________," Victor leaned in, his lips hovering just above yours. "I need you..."