pairing: jessica pearson x female reader
warnings: suits au, assistant r, boss jessica, bold confession, love letter, valentine’s day fic, fluff
word count: 1.2k
"and you didn't think anyone would show up, it's valentine's day jessica of course people want to show off their significant other." you grinned up at your boss, rosy warm cheeks pushing your glasses up on your nose as you playfully nudged. you took the liberty of arranging a valentine's day party at the ritz-carlton for the associates and partners at pearson-hardman.
jessica hated the idea of fraternizing with her employees but you got in her ear about boosting morale amongst the associates now that hardman was back in the picture. "i can't believe you got this many people to show up to this ridiculous god damn party." jessica scoffed, looking around at her employees gleefully socializing, some actually dancing, before shaking her head and taking a sip of her fruity pink drink.
"i'm your assistant, do you think people say no to me?" you laughed, snagging a mini heart-shaped pastry off the plate you were sharing. you casually popped it into your mouth, not noticing the way jessica took her time dragging her eyes up and down your body, smiling slyly in response.
"did you happen to organize those files i gave you earlier? the ones with the legal briefing for my next upcoming case..."
"my god, does work ever end for you ms. pearson?" you said jokingly with a hint of seriousness, meanwhile your stomach was doing backflips as goosebumps filled your arms. you suddenly became aware of how close you two were standing, your hips casually grazing her fingertips every now and then. every time you tried to put space in between you she closed the distance with a gentle touch and playful smile.
jessica dipped her head down to yours, her plump lips grazing the shell of your ear, "as long as you've been my assistant i would think you would have learned by now there's no such thing as work ending."
your eyes fluttered closed at the unfamiliar but lovely sensation, her raspy deep voice sending waves of unabashed pleasure through your body. "jessica," her name died on your lips like an unspoken prayer and you took a deep breathe to compose yourself. "i found a letter in the legal briefings and i didn't mean to read it but i did," you exhaled the breath you were holding feeling the weight lift off your shoulders. you bit your lip, carefully digging in your bag to retrieve the envelope from earlier, you even wrapped the bow back around it just how you found it . "i know it's a huge invasion of privacy, and i am so sorry to break your trust in that way but here it is." you rambled, holding out the letter to her.
earlier, when you stumbled upon the beautifully wrapped envelope in the files jessica gave you, curiosity got the better of you. your fingertips tingled just holding the mystery envelope so you read it, even though you knew it couldn’t possibly be for you.
my love,
if this changes everything, then so be it.
i often imagine what it would be like to close the distance between us without pretending it was accidental. i think about what it would feel like to lace my fingers through yours without worrying who might see. i think about the way your voice drops when it's just the two of us, how close you stand, like you're daring me to close the space.
you've seen me in the most vulnerable of positions, ways i never could have imagined, and you don't exploit it. you protect it, you protect me and if i let myself have you, i won't be able to pretend i don't need you. i need you because when the world stops watching and the accolades start to mean less everyday, you are the only thing that makes me feel alive.
and if you'll have me, choose me, then i am yours.
sincerely, jessica
you never would have guessed jessica pearson was the love letter type, but then again your boss always surprises you. you distinctively remember the overwhelming feeling of jealousy and possessive settling in the pit of your stomach. as much time as you two spent together jessica never let on that she was romantically interested in someone. whoever the letter was intended for must truly be special to get someone like jessica pearson, a woman with unwavering authority, to pour her heart out in a letter.
your eyes slowly trailed up to meet her big brown ones, the longer you held your hand out the more awkward you felt. you noted her calm demeanor, gentle smile, and relaxed shoulders. jessica pearson, the heartless ice queen of any court room she walked in to... and your boss. she didn’t mince words and she didn’t fold under any circumstances. jessica took one last sip of her drink before wrapping her hand around your wrist and pulling you into a dim obscured hallway.
the taller woman trapped you between her and the wall, you gasped your head spinning from how fast everything was moving.
jessica tilted your chin up to her, her face filled with determination, "it wasn't an accident that you found that letter," her gentle fingertips caressed your face and you melted into her touch, "if you found it it's because i wanted you to."
"b-but jessica, you're my boss and i don't want you to get in trouble, especially with hardman back in the picture… he’d love this kind of ammo on you jessica, he’ll go to the board if he finds out and you’ll be vulnerable-”
jessica silenced you by pressing her soft lips to yours, her fingers holding your jaw firm as she pulled you closer to her. you tilted your head, unabashedly deepening the kiss as your hands found her waist. little whimpers began to leave you as she explored your mouth with her tongue, you held on tight, your knees weakening with every passing moment.
you reluctantly pulled away for air, breathing her in and getting love drunk on her scent. jessica pressed her forehead against hers, nuzzling into you. she couldn’t bring herself to put any space between you two now in fear that you might disappear forever, “tell me what you feel, please.”
you held her close to you feeling her racing heart beat sync with yours, she was so damn vulnerable right now, you were basically holding her heart in your hands. “i don’t know if the words exist to describe how i feel but i’ll try… you’re so special to me jessica. i see the real you, underneath the stoic demeanor and that razor sharp mouth of yours, i see a woman who just wants to be considered for once, chosen and put first.”
“you put me first, always.” jessica rasped, digging her nails into your hips as she pulled you into her warm body before slamming you both back against the wall in a heated exchange. jessica dipped her head to peck your lips, softly this time, “you take such good care of me.”
you nestled your face into her neck, nipping at the skin there, “you deserve it.” your fingers laced finger together as a calm silence fell over you, words still unspoken but you two had an understanding. you both knew what this was and knew you’d have to protect yourselves at all cost, but for right now you just wanted to live in each others skin. “i hope i can make you feel as special and wanted as you’ve made me feel tonight jessica.”
pairing: anna (eternity) x female reader
warnings: eternity au, angst, hidden feelings, fake date, jealousy, arguing, making up, confessions, fluff, valentine’s day fic, 18+
word count: 1.3k
"almost there," anna smiled gently, adjusting the tripod to make sure the entire picnic layout was in frame. "put your hand here." your breath hitched in your throat when she grabbed your hand and placed it high up on her thick exposed thighs, her white satin dress doing the camera plenty of favors. you nearly evaporated into thin air when she gripped your jaw firmly and tilted your head, "now look at me just like that." she rasped, rubbing her index finger across your bottom lip while staring deeply into your chocolate brown eyes, "perfect."
you were easy like sunday morning, melting into her as your deepest desires lingered in a single innocent touch. as hard as you tried not to, you completely softened looking at the woman in front of you. her big brown eyes and cherub cheeks mirrored your own, but she was incredibly different from you. anna was effortlessly tantalizing and clever enough to pull you by an invisible leash you'd made snug all on your own.
but god she was so beautiful, you could never deny her. and so you tried to drill into your head that this was just a scheme, some ridiculous ploy to enact revenge on an ex of hers. you had no business even saying yes to this outrageous plan, especially when you had unrequited feelings for anna, and on valentine's day of all days... it was pathetic. but anna went all out with the fake picnic date and with the way she was casually touching you like you've been hers for an eternity— you just couldn't pretend anymore.
"anna, is this just- what are we doing here?"
"what do you mean? we're obviously making content for my instagram and tiktok silly! you know that crash out checks my socials daily and when these pics drop-."
"is that all this is? this is just content for you? like you're only doing this to make some irrelevant ex jealous in hopes that he... i don't know reaches out to you or something? and what are you going to do if he does reach out, get back with him?" you rambled, averting your eyes anywhere else but her face as your heartbeat thumped furiously in your chest.
"do you seriously think i'd get back with that jackass?" anna rasped.
"i don't know, would you?"
"of course not!"
"then what's the point in all of this!? i mean granted we’re in your backyard, but you put together a really cute picnic, you told me to wear all white and for what!? just for shits and giggles!?"
"umm okay... you sound so mad right now."
"you know what anna i am so mad right know," you swiftly rose to your feet smoothing out your clothes, "and so freaking stupid." you turned on your heels and stormed through the backyard and into her house.
without stopping you grabbed your purse off of the couch and headed to her front door, your eyes blurring a bit. just before you could reach the handle anna was grabbing you, turning you around to her. "what's going on with you? you're acting like a totally different person, is it because it's valentine's day?" anna asked sincerely, her face full of concern, "don't tell me you got a thing about valentine's day..."
"yes it's valentine's day and you're making me spend it with you to get revenge on an ex who you secretly want back! i think you have the thing about valentine's day!"
anna tilted her head and scrunched up her face, clearly aggravated at this point. "let's back track for a minute, i'm making you spend valentine's day with me? how!? you could have said no, you could be anywhere but here with me right now but you aren't!"
you sniffled as a stray tear ran down your cheek, you shook your head cursing yourself for not catching it in time, "you're right, i don't know what i was thinking believing you felt the same way i do."
anna gripped your chin sharply making you gasp and your eyes widen in shock, "who fucking said i don't feel the same? did you ever ask me?" she asked firmly, swiping her knuckle across your damp cheeks.
"n-no but- anna i know you know how i feel about you and this is just torture at this point." you sighed in defeat, looking utterly confused and a bit suspicious when anna started to laugh.
"ha i know, that was kind of the point." anna looped her hand in yours and gently led you over to the couch, she gestured for you to sit and you did. "i know i told you i wanted to do this to make that jackass ryan jealous, but i sort of kind of lied."
"why would you lie to me though?"
"i don't know, maybe i thought it would be easier to get you to spend valentine's day with me if you thought you were helping me?"
"you didn't have to bring up ryan though, i still would have been right here with you. so why didn't you just ask me?"
"the same reason you never told me you had feelings for me, it's hard to be vulnerable you know? you put yourself out there and expose your heart all to get rejected, it just doesn't feel good."
"well," you took a deep breathe and rested your manicured fingers on her knee. you slowly trailed your eyes back up to her face, you had her full attention. "i like you… and i've been hoping you felt the same way about me for quite some time now. do you?"
the silence between you two was deafening, all you could hear was birds chirping outside and sounds of cars passing by. you started to feel uncomfortable in your own skin and decided to take the hint. just when you were about to stand up again you felt anna gracefully cupping your cheek and turning your face towards her. you melted into her warm touch sinking deeper into her palm as your eyes fluttered closed, instantly subdued.
you felt her soft plump lips on yours, gentle at first and then coaxing your mouth open with her tongue. your body instantly heated up and you couldn’t stop the filthy moan from leaving your parted lips. anna’s tongue grazed your bottom lip before slipping inside of you, exploring and tasting you.
you gently pulled back from her, just enough to see her alluring eyes trained on you and her swollen lips trapped between her teeth. “anna, u-um.”
“i like you too, a whole lot actually and i want to officially make this a real valentine’s day date.” anna took one last glance at you before getting up and disappearing into the kitchen. shyly, you ran your fingers over your swollen lips, still dazed from the kiss. meanwhile, the other woman beamed back into the room carrying a bouquet of white roses and a card.
you stood from the couch, butterflies instantly filling your belly as your nerves took over. “what’s this?”
“happy valentine’s day,” anna cooed, holding the gifts out to you. you smiled shyly and took them, instantly smelling the flowers. “read the card.”
i thought if i could make you jealous you’d finally say something, that was stupid. the truth is, i don’t want anyone else. i want you. so instead of pretending to be something i’m not, i’m asking properly. will you go on a date with me?
xoxo, anna
you smiled looping your arms around anna’s shoulders and pressed your lips to hers, she rubbed her hands down your waist and pulled you closer to her. you moaned at her touch and slipped your tongue between her lips groaning at the taste of her.
anna released your mouth with a pop, “so is that a yes?”
you nodded your head and pecked her lips again, “so where are you taking me for our first real date?”
pairing: ava coleman x female reader
warnings: smut, strapon sex, dirty talk, bottom ava, mommy kink, teasing, biting, choking, pet names, valentine’s day fic, 18+
word count: 1.4k
your soft gentle fingers roamed across the other woman's frame, touching lightly enough to elicit the faintest moans from her parted lips. her smooth dark skin radiated against the silk wine red teddy she wore, exposing her thick thighs and long legs on display just for you. “you promised me ava." you whined, resting your hands flat on her shoulders and pushing back firmly.
her hair splayed around her poetically once her head hit the pillow and you pounced, you caressed her body and touched all the right places making her groan. your thick thighs rested on either side of her as you pulled the silk material up and peppered kisses on her bare skin.
ava squirmed beneath you, her face scrunched up and arms crossed over her chest as if she didn't enjoy having you on top of her. "pout all you want principal coleman but it's our first valentine's day together and i know damn well you don't want to spend it with me upset."
"you're so fucking spoiled! i bought you flowers, candy, stupid stuffed animals, took you to the fanciest most expensive restaurant in town — i even posted you on my instagram! what more do you want from me!?"
"i want you," in one swift movement you wrapped your hands around her wrist and pinned them above her head. you nuzzled your nose against her cheek before grazing your lips against the shell of her ear, "to let me make you feel as good as you make me feel."
your smooth seductive voice seeped into ava's ears like honey, her big doe eyes fluttering in uncertainty. you sat up on her gently, slyly grinding your hips into her as you rubbed your hands down her arms. you cupped her cheeks and forced her to look at you, "please let me, please... i promise i'll never ask again."
"just this once?" ava peered up at you through her hooded eyes, her resolve completely gone at this point. "god your lucky you're beautiful." she grumbled, pushing you off her and ripping her lingerie off. she spread her long legs wide exposing her damp center to you, "you're going to eat me first."
"i'd love to." you rasped, bottom lip trapped between your teeth as your eyes lingered on her pretty chocolate slit. you left sloppy kisses on her inner thighs, biting the skin there before softly massaging the area with your tongue. ava's hips jerked into you hard and you couldn't hide your smile, "you're so needy mommy."
ava fisted your curly hair and pushed your head into her cunt, "eat you spoiled bitch." you moaned and spat on her cunt, loving how your saliva dripped down her center. you slurped her pussy lips into your mouth, smacking and sucking like you've never been fed before. "fuuuck that mouth feels so good princess."
you smiled into her before licking up and down her wet slit, you used both hands to spread her open, admiring her pink hole. you spit on her plump pussy lips again and then suckled her clit into her mouth, "i love tasting you like this, you're so fucking beautiful when you make a mess all over my face." you moaned out, reaching up to massage her breast and twist her pebbled nipples.
ava threw her head back, mouth agape as loud cries escaped her throat and her hips jerking uncontrollably. "fuuuuck! yes mmm, just like that princess." you used your mouth perfectly and got her right on the edge until you pulled away, staring triumphantly at your handy work. your girlfriend's chest rose up and down rapidly, her thighs trembled and her manicured fingers fisted the comforter beneath you.
ava’s eyes finally flickered open and she turned her head towards you, she couldn’t help grin when she saw how your chin was covered in her juices. you ran your fingers across her thighs gently caressing her, “ready?” ava nodded and pulled you down into a sensual kiss, she swirled her tongue around yours moaning at the taste of herself.
simultaneously you dug into the nightstand next to the bed and pulled out the strapon and lube. you pulled away from her and secured the harness on your hips. up until this moment it had only been used on you, slow hard deep strokes… that’s how ava liked to give it to you. that’s when it hit you, you didn’t really know what you were doing.
“oh don’t get shy on me now, you begged for this remember? get the lube.” you nodded and grabbed the lube, applying a generous amount to her cunt and the silicone jutting out from your hips. “now go slow.”
you grabbed the base of the strap and eased the head inside of her as she groaned, once she relaxed you slowly sunk deeper watching the way she spread apart. “so fucking pretty.” you murmured, holding her thighs open as she rocked to meet your slow thrusts. “does it feel good mommy?”
“you spoiled little bitch,” ava propped herself up on her elbows and wrapped a hand around your throat, pulling you closer. “fuck me, mnmmm deeper.”
you moaned in response, setting a steady pace as you fucked the strap into her getting off from the friction rubbing against your own clit. watching her juicy pussy lips spread around the thick silicone almost made you cum on the spot but you wanted ava to fall first. “you look so good like this mommy, letting me fuck you so deep.”
you rested your forehead on top of hers, her sultry moans filling the bedroom as you fucked into her, taking your time like she does with you. “so good princess, so fucking good aahh!” ava let out a little scream and slipped a finger inside your mouth and you instinctively began to suck, “even on top you’re still mommy’s good little bitch huh?”
you nodded frantically grabbing your own tits and pulling at your own hardened nipples, “yes i’m your good little bitch.”
ava wrapped your hands around your waist, digging her manicured nails in and pulling you deeper inside of her. her juicy cunt fluttered around the strap and she collapsed back on the bed, her legs trembling hard around you. “mmmm princess, right fucking there don’t you stop baby.” she groaned, grinding her pussy into you.
“i wish we could stay like this forever ava, you look so fucking beautiful taking this dick for me.”
“oh you’ll never get to do this to me again.” she moaned out hastily, her warm body now covered in a thin sheet of sweat. you pouted as you slowed down, giving her sensual deep strokes, “ahh, y-you are so bad.”
“just want to make you cum mommy, please cum for me.” you pressed your lips to hers in a sweet kiss, still fucking her deep and slow. you had the determination of a mad woman, you wanted her to release all over you and the sheets.
“shit! oooohh fuck! right there, fuck right there! make me cum princess!” you slipped a hand between her thighs and rubbed small circles around her hardened clit, “fuuuuuck, make me cum you spoiled bitch.”
“yes mommy,” you buried the strapon inside of her cunt, holding it there for just a few seconds before snapping your hips over and over again frantically.
ava’s cries bounced off the walls as she squeezed her eyes closed, her pussy spasmed around the silicone and she finally tipped over the edge, digging her nails into your skin fiercely but you took it. she shook frantically underneath you, screaming your name and grinding her center into you. you were biting your lip so hard watching her you drew blood, but you didn’t care, you were watching the most graceful person on earth unravel and fall apart beautifully, and it was only for you.
“so fucking pretty mommy, god i love you so much.” you rasped, fucking her slowly through the aftershocks of her intense orgasm. once ava was completely spent you pulled out of her and discarded the sopping strapon. you crawled on top of her trailing kisses from her exposed chest to her neck and up to her high cheekbones. “mmm, you did so good for me ava.”
ava’s eyes fluttered open settling on your giddy charming smile, “let me find out you been dicking other bitches down.”
you both erupted with laughter, you ran a single finger across her plump lips before giving her a peck. “you’re my first and only principal coleman.”
“i better be… happy first valentine’s day princess.”
summary: Ava Coleman finally snaps when she sees you with someone else. One jealous interruption turns months of tension into a night where Ava stops pretending she doesn’t want you… and makes it very clear she doesn’t share.
CW: sexual content, alcohol use, jealousy. 18+ MDNI
The bass thrummed through the floor of the bar, a sticky-sweet remix of something from the early 2010s that had Janine bobbing her head enthusiastically while Jacob attempted what could generously be called dancing. You nursed your second drink, the lime wedge floating sadly in the melting ice, and tried not to watch Ava Coleman hold court at the high-top table like she owned the entire establishment.
She probably thought she did. Ava had that effect on spaces, bending them to her gravitational pull with nothing more than the tilt of her chin and the sharp flash of her smile. Tonight she wore a dress that should have been illegal in at least three states, emerald green and cut low enough to make Barbara Howard clutch her pearls from across the room. Her hair fell in glossy waves past her shoulders, and she had her phone angled just right to catch her best side, which, frustratingly, was every side.
You had been doing this dance for months. The lingering looks across the staff room. The comments that walked the razor's edge between friendly and flirtatious. The way Ava's gaze would track you down the hallway before she'd deliberately look away, tossing her hair like she had not been staring at all. It was a game, and Ava was winning by virtue of never admitting she was playing.
Two could play at that.
The blonde at the bar had been making eyes at you for the past twenty minutes. She was pretty in an uncomplicated way, all sun-streaked hair and an easy smile, and when she finally worked up the courage to slide off her barstool and approach, you decided to stop overthinking.
"You want to dance?" she asked, and her voice was nice. Not the voice you wanted, but nice.
You said yes.
The dance floor was a crush of bodies, the air thick with perfume and spilled beer and the particular electricity of people determined to have a good time. The blonde, whose name was either Kelly or Kylie, you had not quite caught it over the music, knew how to move. She pressed close, her hands finding your hips with confidence, and you let her, swaying into the rhythm and letting the music drown out the persistent loop of Ava's laugh that had been echoing in your head all night.
It took less than a full song.
You felt her before you saw her. The air pressure changed, the way it does right before a thunderstorm, and then Ava's voice cut through the bass like a blade.
"Excuse me, Becky, I'm going to need to borrow her."
Kelly-or-Kylie started to protest, but one look at Ava's face, all sharp edges and imperial command, and she stepped back with her hands raised. "Uh, sure. No problem."
Ava's fingers locked around your wrist, firm and hot, her nails pressing just enough to make a point. "We're leaving."
"Ava, what…"
"Now."
She didn't wait for you to argue. She simply turned and cut through the crowd like Moses parting the Red Sea, dragging you in her wake, and you were too stunned by the audacity to do anything but follow. You caught a glimpse of Melissa raising her eyebrows and Barbara looking concerned, but then you were past them, past the bar, past the bouncer checking IDs at the door, and out into the cool shock of the night air.
"What the hell?" you managed once you were on the sidewalk, but Ava was already pulling out her phone, thumbs flying across the screen.
"Uber's three minutes away."
"Ava, you can't just…"
She finally looked at you, and the heat in her eyes stole the rest of your sentence. "Can't what? Can't stop you from wasting your time on some random blonde who probably thinks ketchup is spicy? You're welcome, by the way."
"I wasn't asking for your help."
"Well, you needed it." She crossed her arms, and the motion pushed her breasts up in a way that was definitely intentional. "That girl was boring. I could tell from across the room. No flavor. No seasoning. Unseasoned chicken in human form."
"And you decided this was your business because...?"
Ava's jaw tightened, and for a second, just a flicker, you saw something raw beneath the perfectly applied armor. Then it was gone, shuttered behind that trademark confidence. "Because I don't let friends I actually like make tragic decisions on my watch. It's bad for my brand. People see you with that and they're gonna think I have terrible taste in who I spend time with."
friends. The word sat bitter on your tongue, but before you could interrogate it, a gray Prius pulled up to the curb, and Ava was already opening the door.
"Get in."
"I didn't agree to leave."
"You can get in the car, or you can go back in there and let Becky with the weak-ass two-step feel you up on a dance floor that smells like Axe body spray and regret. Your choice."
It shouldn't have worked. The high-handedness of it, the sheer presumption, should have made you turn on your heel and march right back inside. But Ava was looking at you like she knew you wouldn't like she knew exactly which buttons to press and how hard, and the challenge in her eyes was intoxicating.
You got in the car.
Ava slid in beside you, giving the driver her address in a tone that brooked no confusion, and then the car was moving, the city lights streaking past the windows in blurred neon. The silence stretched taut between you, charged and volatile, and you refused to be the one to break it.
Ava broke first.
"You looked ridiculous out there."
"I looked like I was having fun."
"You looked like you were trying to make someone jealous." Her voice was sharp, accusatory, but there was something underneath it, something that sounded almost like hurt.
You turned to face her fully, and in the close confines of the backseat, you could see the tension in her jaw, the way her hands gripped her clutch a little too tightly. "And if I was?"
Her eyes snapped to yours, wide and startled, and for a moment, the mask slipped entirely. Then she recovered, but slower this time, like the mechanism was rusty. "Then you're an idiot, because jealousy is beneath me."
"Sure it is."
"It is."
"Then why did you drag me out of there like a caveman?"
Ava opened her mouth, closed it, and then laughed, a short, sharp exhale that had no humor in it. "You really want to do this now? Here?" She gestured vaguely at the driver, who was studiously ignoring them in favor of his GPS.
"You started it."
"No," Ava said, and her voice dropped, low and dangerous, "you started it when you put your hands on someone else."
The possessiveness in her tone sent a thrill down your spine, electric and undeniable. You leaned in, just a fraction, close enough to smell her perfume, something expensive and warm. "I didn't realize my hands were spoken for."
"They are now."
The car pulled up to a sleek building, all glass and steel, and Ava was out before it fully stopped, heels clicking on the pavement as she stalked toward the entrance. You scrambled to follow, your pulse hammering in your throat, and by the time you caught up, she was already at the elevator, jabbing the button with more force than necessary.
The doors slid open, and you both stepped inside. The moment they closed, sealing you in the small, mirrored box, the air turned to static.
"Ava…"
She was on you before you could finish. Her hands fisted in the front of your shirt, yanking you forward, and then her mouth was on yours, hot and demanding and months overdue. You gasped against her lips, and she took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, her tongue sliding against yours with the kind of confidence that made your knees weak. She tasted like tequila and lime and something darker, something that was just her, and you kissed her back like you were drowning and she was air.
The elevator chimed, and Ava pulled back just enough to drag you down the hallway, her hand locked around yours, and then she was fumbling with her keys, cursing under her breath when they slipped in her fingers. The door finally opened, and she pulled you inside, slamming it shut behind you and pushing you up against it in one fluid motion.
"You," she said, and her voice was ragged, "have been driving me insane."
"Good."
She kissed you again, harder this time, her body pressing flush against yours, and you could feel the rapid beat of her heart through the thin fabric of her dress. Your hands found her waist, sliding up her sides, and she made a noise low in her throat that shot straight to your core.
"Couch," she muttered against your mouth, and then you were moving, stumbling over discarded heels and her clutch that she tossed carelessly aside. The couch was wide and expensive looking, leather that probably cost more than your rent, and when Ava pushed you down onto it and climbed into your lap, you stopped caring about property values.
She settled over you, her thighs bracketing yours, and the weight of her was perfect, grounding and overwhelming all at once. Her hands framed your face, tilting your head up so she could kiss you properly, thoroughly, and you gripped her hips, pulling her closer, needing her closer. She rocked against you, a slow, deliberate grind, and the friction made you gasp into her mouth.
"You feel that?" Ava whispered, her lips brushing your ear. "That's what you do to me. That's what you've been doing to me for months, walking around in those jeans, smiling at everyone like you don't know what you're doing."
"Ava…"
"I wanted to drag that girl out of there by her boring ass ponytail." Her hips rolled again, and you could feel the heat of her through the layers of clothing separating you. "Watching her touch what's mine. Say you're mine."
"Make me."
It was the right thing to say. Ava's eyes went dark, pupils blown wide, and then she was kissing you like she was staking a claim, her teeth catching your bottom lip hard enough to sting. Her hands slid under your shirt, nails dragging lightly over your stomach, and you arched into the touch, desperate for more.
You grabbed her hips and ground her down against you, meeting her rhythm, and the moan that tore from her throat was the best sound you had ever heard. She threw her head back, her hair cascading over her shoulders, and you took the opportunity to press your mouth to the column of her throat, sucking a mark into the soft skin just above her collarbone. She shuddered, her fingers tangling in your hair, and pulled you back up to kiss her, messy and graceless and perfect.
The friction was maddening, pleasure building in tight, coiling waves, and you could feel her trembling against you, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She was close, you could tell by the way her movements grew erratic, the way her nails dug into your shoulders, and you gripped her tighter, guiding her pace, refusing to let her hide.
"Please," she whispered, and the vulnerability in that single word broke something open in your chest.
"I've got you," you promised, and you meant it.
She came with your name on her lips, her whole body shuddering, and you held her through it, your own release crashing over you moments later. For a long moment, you just breathed together, foreheads pressed close, the world narrowed down to the thundering of your combined heartbeats.
When Ava finally pulled back, her makeup was smudged, her hair a wreck, and she had never looked more beautiful.
"Bedroom," she said, and there was no room for argument in her tone. "I'm not done with you yet."
You let her pull you to your feet, let her lead you down the hallway to a room that was all soft lighting and a bed that looked like a cloud. She turned to face you, her hands already working at the buttons of your shirt, and the intent in her eyes made your stomach flip.
"I want you to understand something," Ava said, her fingers steady as she pushed the fabric off your shoulders. "This isn't a one-time thing. This isn't me getting it out of my system. You're mine now, and I don't share."
"I don't want you to share."
"Good." She kissed you again, softer this time, and there was something almost reverent in the way her hands traced your skin. "Because I've been waiting too damn long for this."
"Then stop talking," you said, "and show me."
She did.
Ava pushed you back onto the bed, following you down, and her hands were everywhere, mapping the shape of you with a thoroughness that made your head spin. She took her time, peeling away layers of clothing, hers and yours, until there was nothing left between you but skin and want and the kind of honesty that only comes when you stop pretending.
She kissed her way down your body, her mouth hot and reverent, and when she finally settled between your thighs, the first touch of her tongue made you cry out, your hands fisting in the sheets. She was relentless, attentive, reading every hitch of your breath and tremble of your thighs like a language she was fluent in, and when you fell apart, it was with her name a prayer on your lips.
She crawled back up your body, kissing you deep so you could taste yourself on her tongue, and then it was your turn. You flipped her onto her back, ignoring her surprised laugh, and set about returning the favor with interest. She was beautiful like this, unguarded and wanting, and you took your time learning what made her gasp, what made her beg.
By the time you were both spent, tangled together in sheets that smelled like her expensive detergent, the sky outside was starting to lighten with the first hints of dawn. Ava's head rested on your chest, her breathing slow and even, and you traced idle patterns on her shoulder.
"You know everyone's going to know," you said quietly.
"Good. Let them know." She tilted her head up to look at you, and her smile was genuine in a way you'd never seen before. "I'm done pretending I don't want you. Let Janine and her little crew gossip. Let Barbara give me one of her looks. I don't care." She paused, then added with a return of her usual confidence, "Plus, we're gonna look so good together. Our couple aesthetic is about to be immaculate."
"You're ridiculous."
"I'm perfect, and you're obsessed with me. It's fine." But her voice softened as she pressed a kiss to your collarbone. "For real though? You're worth all of it. Even the part where I had to admit I was jealous, which, ugh, terrible look for me. But here we are."
"Took you long enough to figure that out."
"I knew from day one, baby. I was just making you work for it." That trademark Ava laugh followed, self-satisfied and warm. "Had to make sure you really wanted it."
"Oh, I really want it."
"Good. Now shut up and kiss me so we can go for round three. I have a reputation to maintain."
You did, and it tasted like a beginning, and it tasted like Ava, and it tasted like finally coming home to something you didn't even know you'd been searching for.
And when she kissed you back, you could feel her smiling against your mouth, victorious and possessive and wholly, completely yours.
Agatha hears a noise in the woods. What she finds is quite delightful: you lost in your own pleasure, skirt bunched around your waist. It's too tempting not to intervene, to help a woman in need.
Smut, Salem Sex, the triple S
The Salem woods held secrets in their shadows, and Agatha Harkness had always been drawn to secrets like a moth to flame.
The sun hung low on the horizon, painting the sky in shades of amber and violet as dusk settled over the Massachusetts colony. Agatha moved through the forest with practiced ease, her dark skirt whispering against the undergrowth. She'd come here seeking solitude, seeking the quiet hum of magic that thrummed beneath the earth where no prying Puritan eyes could judge her.
But solitude, it seemed, was not what the universe had in store for her this evening.
A sound caught her attention: soft, breathy, unmistakably human. Agatha paused, her head tilting as she listened. There it was again, a quiet gasp that seemed to echo through the darkening trees. Her lips curved into a knowing smile. How curious.
She followed the sound with the silent footsteps of a predator, weaving between ancient oaks until she found the source.
There, in a small clearing bathed in the dying light, was you.
You sat with your back against a moss-covered tree trunk, your skirts hiked up around your thighs, one hand buried beneath the fabric. Your eyes were closed, your head tilted back against the rough bark, completely lost in your own world. Your lips were parted, releasing those delicious little sounds that had drawn Agatha here like a siren's call.
Agatha watched for a long moment, hidden in the shadows, her blue eyes darkening with interest. She recognized you. One of the younger women from the village, always so proper and demure in public. Yet here you were, seeking pleasure in the forbidden privacy of the woods.
How delightfully scandalous.
"My, my," Agatha said, stepping into the clearing. "What do we have here?"
Your eyes flew open, and you gasped, this time in shock rather than pleasure. You scrambled to push your skirt down, your face flushing crimson as you recognized the woman before you.
"Mistress Harkness!" you stammered, mortification written across every feature. "I—I didn't—"
"Didn't expect to be caught?" Agatha finished, moving closer with languid grace. "Clearly not, or you might have chosen a less accessible location." She tilted her head, studying you with an intensity that made you shiver. "Though I must say, I admire your boldness. So few in this dreary town understand the importance of pleasure."
You couldn't meet her eyes, your embarrassment so acute you thought you might die from it. "Please, I beg you, don't tell anyone. I know it's sinful, I know I shouldn't—"
"Sinful?" Agatha laughed, the sound rich and dark like honey. "Oh, darling. The only sin here is that you're doing such a poor job of it."
Your eyes snapped to hers, confusion replacing some of your shame. "What?"
Agatha crouched before you, bringing herself to your eye level. This close, you could see the way the fading light caught in her dark hair, could smell the herbs and something indefinably magical that clung to her skin.
"You're all tension," she observed, reaching out to trail one finger along your jaw. "Rushing, fumbling in the dark—both literally and figuratively. Pleasure, darling, true pleasure, requires patience. Knowledge. A skilled touch."
Your breath caught in your throat. "I don't... I don't understand."
"Don't you?" Agatha's smile was wicked. "You came out here seeking something, didn't you? Release. Satisfaction. That delicious peak that the good people of Salem pretend doesn't exist." Her thumb brushed across your lower lip. "Let me help you find it properly."
You should refuse. You should run. Everything you'd been taught, every sermon you'd endured, screamed that this was wrong, dangerous, damning.
But Agatha Harkness had always been dangerous, and perhaps that was exactly what drew you to whisper, "Yes."
"Good girl," Agatha purred, and the praise sent a shiver down your spine.
She settled beside you, eyes locked on yours, her body warm against yours. Her hand found your knee, resting there with patient confidence.
"First lesson," she murmured, her lips close to your ear. "There's no need to rush. Anticipation is half the pleasure." Her hand began to move, sliding slowly up your thigh with maddening leisure. "Feel everything. The texture of the moss beneath you. The evening breeze on your skin. My touch."
You did as she instructed, your senses suddenly heightened. Every point of contact between you felt electric. When her fingers finally reached the apex of your thighs, you gasped.
"Already so wet," Agatha observed with approval. "Were you thinking of someone while you touched yourself? Some forbidden fantasy?"
You nodded, unable to form words.
"Tell me," she commanded softly.
"You," you admitted in a whisper. "I was thinking of you."
Agatha's delighted laugh sent heat pooling in your belly. "Were you now? How long have you been harboring such thoughts about me?"
"Months," you confessed, the words spilling out now. "Every time I see you in the village, every time you look at me with those knowing eyes. I dream about you. I imagine—" You broke off with a moan as her fingers began to move in slow, expert circles.
"Imagine what?" Agatha prompted, her voice like silk. "Don't be shy now, darling. Tell me what you imagine."
"This," you gasped. "Your hands on me. Your mouth. I imagine you teaching me things, showing me pleasures I've never known."
"Mmm, and here I am, making your fantasies reality." Her fingers increased their pressure, finding a rhythm that had you arching against her. "You're so responsive. So eager to learn."
She worked you with the skill of someone who had centuries of experience, though you didn't know that. All you knew was that her touch was nothing like your own fumbling attempts. She knew exactly where to press, how hard, when to speed up and when to slow down until you were trembling.
Agatha couldn't keep her eyes in one place: your eyes heavy with pleasure, where her hand disappeared under your skirt, your chest rising and falling rapidly.
"That's it," she encouraged as your breathing grew ragged. "Don't fight it. Let yourself feel."
Her free hand came up to cup your face, turning you toward her. "Look at me," she commanded, and you obeyed, meeting those impossibly blue eyes. "I want to see you when you come undone."
The combination of her skilled fingers and her intense gaze was overwhelming. You felt yourself climbing higher, tension coiling tighter in your core.
"Please," you whimpered, though you weren't sure what you were begging for.
"Please what?" Agatha asked, though her knowing smile suggested she understood perfectly.
"Please, I need—I'm so close—"
"Then let go," she whispered against your lips. "Come for me, darling."
Her words were your undoing. The tension snapped, and pleasure crashed over you in waves that seemed to go on forever. You cried out, the sound echoing through the darkening woods, and Agatha swallowed it with a kiss, her mouth claiming yours as your body shook with release.
She worked you through it, her touch gentling as the waves subsided, until you were left boneless and gasping against the tree.
"There," Agatha said with satisfaction, slowly withdrawing her hand. "That's how it's done."
You watched, dazed, as she brought her glistening fingers to her lips and tasted them, her eyes never leaving yours. The sight sent another pulse of heat through you despite your recent release.
"Delicious," she pronounced. "Though I think next time, I'll taste you directly from the source."
"Next time?" you managed to ask.
Agatha stood, brushing off her skirts with an air of casual elegance, as if she hadn't just thoroughly undone you in the middle of the woods.
"Oh yes, darling. This is just the beginning of your education." She offered you her hand, helping you to your feet. Your legs were still shaky, and she steadied you with an arm around your waist. "Meet me here tomorrow night, same time. I have so much more to teach you."
She pressed a kiss to your temple, then stepped back, already beginning to fade into the shadows of the forest.
"And darling?" she called back. "Don't touch yourself between now and then. I want you desperate for me tomorrow."
Then she was gone, leaving you alone in the clearing with the night settling around you and the echo of pleasure still thrumming through your veins.
You touched your lips, a smile spreading across your face. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.
The woods held secrets, and now you were one of them, a secret shared with Agatha Harkness, the most dangerous and intoxicating woman in Salem.
And you couldn't wait to learn what other secrets she had to teach you.
pairing: jessica pearson x female reader
warnings: suits au, age gap, mid 20s r, jealousy, possessiveness, hurt/comfort, fluff, forbidden relationship trope
word count: 1.8k
you floated around the room effortlessly, a glass of pink champagne in one hand and your sparkly clutch in the other, mingling and schmoozing the law professionals in the conference room. you were a social butterfly, weaving in and out of conversations with lighthearted banter and ginger smiles. you were impressive to say the least, god-given confidence evident in your demeanor and professionalism laced within your tone.
professor pearson threw a mixer at her law firm with high-powered attorneys and invited select 3l students from harvard law. your were surprised she extended an invite to you in the first place, especially after she passed you up for an internship at pearson hardman. even after you’ve had her juices smeared all over your face on numerous occasions she still passed you up, citing your 'avant garde' style choices as reasonable doubt. it gutted you being disregarded and doubted by someone who you ultimately had a high level of respect for but it also lit a fire under your ass.
out of all the law students from professor pearsons class, you were the one making the biggest impression on prospective employers. the best part about it is everyone could tell, from your fellow classmates to powerful corporate attorneys, hell even the heartless ice queen herself knew you were making a name for yourself in the most subtlest of ways.
and she fucking hated it.
professor pearson had a scowl etched so deep into her perfect plump lips you could see it from across the room. the slight furrow in her brows and rigidness in her toned body told you she was not happy at all, but when is she ever? she still jumped at every opportunity to embarrass you in front of a crowd while fucking you behind closed doors.
you've gotten quicker though, able to anticipate her every move and stay one step ahead of her. it only costs you hours of studying until your fingers were gnarled and withered and your eyes were rolling in the back of your head from fatigue. but— it's worth it. getting one over on professor pearson, a true intellectual sadist, brought you to the highest precipice imaginable, and you wanted to dive face first off of it just to be in her orbit. for some god forsaken reason you wanted to... impress her? make her see that you were more than what meets the eye.
so you were on a revenge tour.
you sought out pearson hardman's hardcore competitors and made sure to introduce yourself, charming them with brains, beauty, and wit. professor pearson could never deny you again and this moment proves it, you were everything you said you were. "thank you mr. gould, you'll never know how much weight this truly holds." you extended a hand to the savvy attorney, a smirk on both of your lips that held a secret hidden agenda.
"no, thank you sweetheart. i can't believe jessica pearson didn't immediately scoop you up when she had the chance, that's just like her though." elias gould chirped bluntly, a firm hand resting dangerously low on the small of your back. "i have so many... plans for you at bratton gould, it's a firm you can grow into and have professional success unlike this stuffy place."
you offered a fake smile and equally fake chuckle becoming more aware of his hand on you as the seconds passed. "i appreciate the opportunity to prove what an asset i can be sir." strategically, you removed his hand from your back and gave him a firm handshake. "if you'll excuse me, i need a moment to powder my nose." you let your syrupy sweet voice carry you as you made a beeline for the nearest exit, your skin crawling where his slimy hands had touched you.
you wandered around aimlessly upon realizing you'd never actually been to pearson hardman, therefore you didn't know where the hell you were going. the floor to ceiling glass windows and doors surrounding you kept you wandering as you admired the open concept. you stumbled upon a huge office with ample space for a large wooden desk, a smooth beige couch and matching barrel chairs, a round table, and a wall filled with plaques and accolades. without hesitation you pushed past the doors and entered the office slowly. you crept around the desk and sat in the big office chair, you closed your eyes and inhaled deeply. if this is what power felt like no wonder professor pearson let it get to her head.
"what the hell do you think you're doing?"
your eyes snapped open wide as you straightened up, a sly smirk settling on your lips looking at the normally poised woman. you rested your knuckles under your chin and sighed, "i was admiring your office, it's so... so... you."
"don't you fucking play dumb with me right now, or i swear to god-"
"awww, poor baby, why so stressed?"
jessica stalked up to you, pointed clicks from her stiletto heels bouncing off of the hardwood floors. she placed her palms flat on the desk and leaned over you. "if you wanted my attention all you had to do was ask, why sell yourself to the devil?"
"i don't need or want your attention professor," your voice dripped of sweet honey as you stood up, leaning over the desk to mirror the older woman. "but i think i have it tonight, don't i?"
"you're playing a very dangerous game with elias gould, he's a shady and unreliable prick. i'm sure he told you every single thing you wanted to hear, filled your pretty head with all kinds of tales, and your gullible ass fell for it, didn't you?"
"did i now?"
"yes! he just wants to fuck you! wasn't that clear by the way he touched you in there? in front of everyone!” jessica's voice dipped dangerously low, her features stark and visibly aggravated. her perfect manicured fingernails were damn near digging into the wooden desk and you had to stifle your grin, loving the jealousy beginning to seep from her pores.
"no jessica, you just wanted to fuck me... use me as you saw fit then discard me like trash." you looked up at her through your fluttering eyelashes as you trailed a single finger across her smooth collarbone. "i was more than deserving of an internship at pearson hardman and yet— you treated me like i was gum on the bottom of your heels."
"you're being dramatic-
"dramatic is fucking your rival for a guaranteed associate spot when i graduate but i actually have a little bit more couth than that." you sniped, standing up taller and smoothing out your plaid power pink blazer. you moved around the desk to stand right in front of the antagonizing woman, you didn't miss the way her brown doe eyes roamed slowly over your curvy body. "i'm not an incapable woman, i'm beautiful and smart and charming. i can go anywhere and be anything even if a woman twice my age doesn't believe in me."
you were proud of yourself for keeping your voice cool and even, hiding the genuine hurt you felt by your professor. jessica really hurt your feelings by not giving you an internship even after seeing how hard you'd been working, hell you were in the top 5% of your class and she still overlooked you for students who were never going to make it as far as you. but fuck it, it was her loss anyway.
you tossed your slicked back ponytail over your shoulder and strode out of the office with your head held high. there was nothing left to say to the other woman and besides, you already made peace with the situation. you decided to hail a cab and head home to your apartment, a cheesy romcom and a pint of cookie dough ice cream had your name written all over it. you took a quick hot shower and put on your favorite pair of pajamas, the one with pink bows and brown teddy bears on it.
you picked out a movie and settled into your warm couch, seconds away from digging into your sweet treat before soft knocks at your door got your attention. "ughhh," you threw your head back and placed the ice cream on your coffee table before answering the door. "jessica? what the-"
jessica swallowed your words with a passionate kiss, she cupped your face gently and pulled you into her body all while coaxing your mouth open with her soft tongue. instantly subdued, you wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her impossibly closer as soft moans escaped your throat. every single thought vanished from your mind at the feel of her firm hands running down the sides of your body until they wrapped possessively around your waist. your tongues danced in a familiar routine, sucking and tasting each other in an intense fervor.
jessica pulled her plump lips from you and pressed her forehead against yours, “i’ll get you a better internship, i promise. just stop being mad at me.”
“you wouldn’t have to get me a better internship if you just chose me in the first place.” you mumbled, pulling away from the older woman and sitting on your couch.
jessica sighed, shutting the door behind her and pealing off her long fur coat. she sat next to you, her whole body facing yours as she silently observed your face and perfectly swollen lips. she didn’t think twice before reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “i know you’re upset with me but this was for the best, for both of us.”
“why didn’t you pick me?” your voice cracked as you stared straight ahead, lips trembling as your built-up walls came tumbling down around you.
“baby listen to me… i know your smart and capable and i honestly think the world of you. please don’t think i don’t believe in you because i do, it’s why i’ve pushed you so hard from the very beginning.”
you finally peeked at the older woman, her eyes were soft and you could tell she was being sincere. “then why didn’t you pick me jessica?”
“i could lose my job if anyone found out about us, what we’ve been doing, especially if i was your supervising attorney. the ethical implications alone could have me disbarred.”
“god, i would’ve never told anyone jessica!”
“i know you wouldn’t, i trust you but this keeps both of us safe okay?”
you nodded your head afraid to look at her again, “so should we… stop?”
“god knows i don’t want to but-”
“it’s for the best.” your finished her sentence, closing your eyes tight to keep your tears from falling. if this was the end you wanted to savor her for one last time, you leaned closer to her capturing her lips in a quick gentle kiss. “see you in class on monday professor pearson.”
