you meet a beautiful FBI analyst, grace ashcroft. [grace ashcroft x female reader]
fluff, smut / Government Hooker by Lady Gaga
Candles sit on each table to emit low lighting, waiters swiftly take and deliver orders, and a gorgeous woman sits in front of you. The conversation has been smooth and enjoyable, regardless of the giddy nerves in your stomach.
Grace's purse accidentally falls, scattering her belongings onto the floor. You reach down with her to help pick them up, and you catch a glimpse of an identification foldout.
"That doesn't look like a driver's license, or a passport."
"O- oh! It's my FBI badge," Grace nervously laughs as she tucks her ID back into her purse.
"...FBI? You're an FBI agent?"
"Well, I- I'm an intelligence analyst. My day to day is full of paperwork and investigations," she pushes her glasses up her nose bridge.
"P- please let me cum! I've been such a good girl! I- I don't deserve to be edged!" Grace cries out.
Her thighs are shaking around your head as you relentlessly make out with her pussy. You've been denying her orgasm for at least an hour now, but you just love the sound of her desperation.
You let off her clit with a pop, and you look up at her while you caress her thighs gently.
"You think you could tell me about your latest report while I'm eating you out?"
Her eyes widen at your request.
Grace whines, thudding her arm down on the bed in a tantrum manner. She pouts at you, clearly too horny to think straight. She huffs, opening her legs more for you as she begins speaking.
"The Kennedy Report observed a..."
"Babe, I'm sorry, but this report has to be turned in tonight," Grace frowns as she attempts to deny your flirtation.
She sits on the bed with her evil laptop in her lap. Your hands are wandering her body, trying to arouse her enough to distract from her work.
"What if I finger you while you-"
"Babe," Grace attempts a stern tone. "Last time we did that, I didn't finish the report until the next afternoon."
You sigh as you dreamily reminisce, remembering the way she came in every position you put her in. You two went for hours, blissfully unaware of the concept of time.
"That was nice," you turn over to sit up next to her, whispering in her ear. "Maybe we should do that again."
She goes quiet, clearly contemplating your suggestion.
...Nope. She just side-eyes you. And gets right back to typing.
You couldn't help but feel a little slumped at her reaction. You're aware that she is passionate about her career, and you find it insanely hot, but sometimes you need a little more attention than usual.
You silently plot as you watch Grace get back to typing.
Your hand goes to drag from her neck all the way down her front. She holds her breath, failing to ignore your efforts. She always had a weak spot for you, it's almost impossible for her to reject you.
"Mmmm... O- okay, okay," she breathily laughs. "Let me sit in your lap, you'll have more access that way."
She positions herself onto you, laptop resting further on her lap so your hand can slip through her pants. She relaxes her back on your chest.
You caress her boob through her sleep shirt, earning an adorable whimper from her. With your other hand, you waste no time and move her shorts and panties aside, determinedly massaging her folds.
Grace moans, loosening her grip on her laptop as her head falls back onto your shoulder.
"Oh fffuck, that's so good, honey," she babbles.
"Tell me what you're working on."
"R- Right now?" she peeks up at you through lidded eyes. "Dammit..."
Grace bites her lip, watching your hand work on her clit. Neither of you have noticed her laptop fell off her lap.
"So, Alomar is b- back on field work- ohhh my fuck," squelching noises from her pussy distracts her. "And joins Alpha in... in.... uhhh...."
Her breathing picks up as your fingers tease at her hole. You play with her nipples, and she arches more into your touch.
Grace was called into a field mission, her first after meeting Agent Kennedy. You couldn't know the details of her mission until she returned.
You finally received a call from what you presumed was another agent, telling you to come into headquarters. You haven't heard from her for two days, you were worried sick.
You arrived at her FBI headquarters' location, and were instructed to wait until she came out of her last medical checkup.
She comes through the heavy doors, lifting her eyes from the floor to meet your comforting gaze.
"Hi beautiful," Grace laughs out, smiling at your presence. "Holy fuck, they gotta stop putting me in the field."
You jumped out of your seat, tightly embracing her.
"I'm so glad you're alive," you hold back your tears, snuggling your face into her neck.
"We're going the fuck home and not leaving the house for at least a week," Grace jokes, but really isn't joking.
"I got to work with the Jill Valentine!"
"I heard she's a hottie," you giggle as you settle into bed beside Grace, already tucked in and comfortable. "Is their word right?"
Grace looks at you with a blank stare, and you can't help but laugh.
"...Would you be mad at me if I said yes?"
You pause laughing to raise your brows at her.
"Grace. This is THE Jill Valentine we're talking about. Is the woman hotter in person or not?"
