fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #1

The story should take place a few years before the events of the movie when Graves (the original, Grindelwald is still somewhere in Europe thank you very much!) isn’t Director of Magical Security yet and still works as an Auror for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Tina, who is a few year younger than Graves, is his trainee Auror.

During a case that involves some undercover work, they end up in a bar together. Tina magically changes her dress (to the same/a similar low-cut dress than the one she wears at Gnarlak’s bar in the movie) to blend in with the crowd. This puts Graves in a rather difficult situation, because all of a sudden he is very aware of just how much skin his trainee is showing and it has a rather alarming effect on him. All he wants to do is drag her outside into the dark alley, rip that dress off of her and fuck her senseless.

Graves tries his best to resist these urges, because not only is Tina his trainee, but also young and inexperienced; not to mention that they are actually working a case. It’s up to Anon whether Graves gives in to temptation or not, but please make him fight it for a while.

Bonus points if Tina actually has more experience than Graves assumes and has chosen that dress specifically to make Graves realized that she is a desirable young woman.

Give into temptation!! Please!!

give me a day or two and i'll fill this for ya!

okay I pounded this out real quick instead of writing an essay

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Graves doesn’t notice anything at first. He never notices but in his defense, Tina is wearing the same long coat she usually has on. He vaguely notes that he can see her bare legs instead of her modern trousers but thinks nothing of it.

“You know,” he says to her as they walk up to the enchanted poster, pristine against a dirty brick wall, “Fratelli will see right through us if we’re dressed like Aurors.”

Tina grins, a quick flash of teeth. “Oh, I know sir. I’m prepared.”

“How’s your bag?” He undoing his own tie and undoing the top two buttons of his shirt.

“Bag is good, sir,” she says as he ruffles his hair and she jams his jacket and tie into her charmed purse, fringe jingling under the pressure. “Can you hold it for me? So I can get my coat in there?”

He nods, holding the small bag open. It’s black and heavily beaded. He suspects she borrowed it from that sister of hers. It’s far too frivolous for Tina.

What’s her name? Princess? Queen-

The thought is snatched out of Graves’ head as Tina slides her coat from her shoulders. Her dress is red and short. Graves has seen hemlines rise over the years but this…dress, if you even call it that, barely skims Tina’s knees. There’s almost no back to the dress, just some thin straps that cross her shoulder blades. The front is low, perfectly molded to her breasts.

“Ready?” she asks, snapping the purse shut.

Ready to rip that flimsy fabric off of you, he thinks. Instead he clears his throat. “You go ahead. I’ll follow behind for surveillance.”

Fratelli is a wolflike man who’s been smuggling witches and wizards from places like South America into the United States for illegal circuses run by crafty No-Majs. It’s up to Graves and Tina to catch him saying anything about his business so they can shut the whole operation down.

“You know,” Tina drawls, letting a hint of uneducated Midwestern seep into her voice, “I ain’t ever seen a circus before.” She bites her lip and lets her gaze travel over the man’s hairy body. “Maybe you could show a girl like me sometime, eh?”

“Oh girlie,” He leans forward and takes Tina’s hand in his sweaty paw. “I could show you whatever you wanted.”

“Whatever?” she giggles, pinky in her mouth. Fratelli grunts and nods.

From his spot down from the bar, Graves is grumbling into his drink. MACUSA orders, it’s not anything stronger than water, but he wishes it was a nice stout to take his mind off the fact that he can see the pale expanse of Tina’s back when she leans forward to whisper in the brute’s ear.

Of course Tina is attractive. She has eyes and a face and a nose that’s pretty straight and she has skin. She’s smart as a whip, passionate, and somehow knows exactly how Graves takes his coffee without ever asking him.

But now she’s trailing a sly hand over her breast in order to entire the beast and Graves wishes it was his own hand on her. Wishes he could take her someplace where he could cast a silencing spell and make her scream. He briefly wonders what’s under that dress, what he could feel if he slid his large hand up her pale thigh.

“Oh Mr. Fratelli!” she gasps, shaking her curls out.

Graves grips the edge of the bar, white knuckles, and imagines her gasping out his name, shaking her curls out as she rides him. All that pale skin curled around him, wet and soft where he needs it the most.

She touches her neck and blushes at something Fratelli says and Graves imagines rubbing his stubble against her neck, kissing her until her mouth is raw and she’s whining. He wants to kiss her body, leaving red marks on her sensitive skin. Wants to spread her out on his bed and kiss every inch of her— from her curious mouth down to her breasts, pert and perfect under her dress. Down to her stomach, probably soft from her sister’s cooking, down to where she’s sopping and swollen. He wants to hike her long thighs over his shoulders, pull her down to his mouth, and see how many orgasms he can pull from her in a night.

He’s pulled out of his trance when he hears Tina Stupefy the man.

“Graves!” she shouts over the clamor in the bar. “A little help?”

He helps hoist the dazed man to his feet and quickly they Apparate out of the bar. A couple of Aurors are there to help get Fratelli to a cell, and one or two congratulate Tina and Graves for managing to catch the bastard.

“You didn’t have to…” a redheaded Auror, eyes wide behind her owlish glasses looks at Tina’s dress. “…ya know?”

“Sophie!” Graves says the poor girl’s name louder than he meant. She flushes up to her hairline and scurries away, magicked quill following behind her.

Silence for a moment.

“I should get going,” Tina says, summoning Graves’ items from her purse. “Queenie said that I was gonna miss our favorite radio show if I didn’t hurry home after this.”

“Wait.”

Tina looks at him, confusion in her eyes. “Did you need me to do some paperwork, sir?”

Graves runs his hand through his hair and sighs. “Would you like to go to an actual bar with me, Tina?”

Tina flushes a pretty pink and smiles.

“It’s about time you asked me out, Graves. To think I almost wore this dress for nothing.”

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Nnnngh.

Well done, madam.

“You go ahead. I’ll follow behind for surveillance.”
Yeah, right, surveillance. *lol*

OP here. OMG, thank you so much for filling this prompt so perfectly. It’s all I hoped for and more. <3 <3 <3

Oh my word, I could have read Graves fantasizing about her all night long! Bless you for this fill!

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