I have a Victoria Neuman request where Victoria is only using the reader at first due to the reader's father being a really influential figure especially in politics so dating the reader would give her access to more connections but overtime Victoria realizes that she's in love with the reader and fully comes to the realization while they're having sex.
content: victoria using reader for personal gain, nb reader, a touch of angst, victoria accidentally falling in love and not knowing how to deal with it
As your body writhed under hers, hot skin pressed into her center, Victoria was struck by a sudden realization that paused her.
She stared down at you, puzzeling over your face as it contorted with rising pleeasure. Frozen under the weight of her thoughts, she sat straddeling your lap, taking you in.
Seeing you for the first time.
When had it changed? When had she come to see this more than just free sex? When had she come to care about you?
It started out simply, as most things did. Victoria needed more political influence, and who better to gain that influence with than by dating you? She had done as much work as she could on her end, but she was missing a crucial key to gaining more power.
But she didn't want to be on her knees for some elderly old man. No, if she had to be on her knees for anyone she rathered it be someone young, and attractive.
The fact that you were naive was only an added bonus.
Seducing you into experimenting with the fairer sex was all too easy. A few carefully crafted situations, with some choice words, and you were wrapped around her finger.
Dating you was a bit harder, if only because she had to keep up the charade: pretending to care for you while subtly using you to get your father to chance his perspective on bills in congress that she needed passed.
And it had worked like a charm.
Victoria had got what she wanted. She was going to break up with you. It was the sensible thing to do since she no longer needed your father's influence, able to do what she wanted now.
She told herself she would wait a few weeks to not make it suspicious, then make up some excuse that she could no longer date you because of a conflict of interest.
You surely wouldn't be happy but she wouldn't care, is what she told herself. And now here she was, in bed with you once more.
"Are you okay?" you asked her, voice husky with lust. You sat up, running a hand down her face.
Victoria jerked herself to, not realizing that she had been frozen for a while now. "I'm fine," she answered, though she did not feel fine. There was a tenderness in her heart, that hadn't been before. And she hated how she had noticed it.
"You don't look fine. Did I do something?" you asked and she chuckled, trying to shake off the realization she had come to. While you'd been spread out under her, your skin soft and flushed, your mouth breathing out her name, she'd known she'd fallen in love with you.
She didn't know when it had happened. In between all the dates at expensive restaurants, between glasses of wine, laughing at incompetent politics, or in the soft quiet moments as you lay by each others side?
She had been focused on her career, and on using you to further it. How could she have fallen for you?
This wasn't supposed to be the plan. This wasn't supposed to happen. This changed everything.
You wiped at her eyes. "You're crying."
"Am I?" she asked, in disbelief. She was torn between laughing and lamenting her fate. How cruel for her to be ensnared like this. When had you enchanted her? Was it with your smile? With your unflinching kindness?
"Was it work?" you asked, pure concern in your eyes.
She shook her head.
"I'm tired, I think." Victoria knew it was the easy way out, but she didn't feel like speaking about this with you.
"I'll make you something warm to drink," you told her and slipped out of the bed, grabbing a robe as you went. She watched you going, biting down on her bottom lip.
She was screwed, wasn't she?
She had too many enemies to make it a smart idea to fall for you. But she had fallen in love regardless and now she would have to account for that. In the meantime, she should enjoy her time with you and unpack her feelings in the morning. She rose up and grabbed her robe before joining you in the kitchen.
can you please do more Firecracker nsfw stuff? Like firecracker x female reader where Firecracker is cuddling with reader and then stuff gets heated? Thanks if you do it!
content: fingering, thigh riding, movie night, cuddling, female reader
Saturday nights were always movie nights between you and Firecracker. You needed to unwind from graduate school and she needed to unwind from working as a supe.
Watching a movie together in a dark room, with snacks and wine, no conversation, was the perfect way to relax and start the week off new.
The movie didn't matter; you'd watch any genre. You were more focused on the feeling of Firecracker behind you. She spooned you, one arm laying lazily around your waist, her breasts pushed up into your back.
She was warm and soft, her breath tickling your neck. And she smelled lightly of your body wash. Your legs were tangeled together, bare skin on bare skin, your clothes a bit tight on her curves.
Full on wine and on the feeling of her next to you, you began to doze off on the bed.
A kiss under your jaw woke you up. "Are you awake?" Firecracker asked, her hand on your waist sliding up higher, pulling up your shirt. You looked over your shoulder at her, noticing her pupils were blown wide.
"I'm awake now."
"They started fucking during the movie and now I'm horny," she said. True to her word, you could pick up the background sounds of the main characters having sex in the movie.
You couldn't help but tease her a bit. "You are easily riled up. Like gunpowder."
"Can't help it when you look this hot," she mumbled, pressing another kiss to your neck. Her hand was drawing circles on your stomach now, your muscles jumping at her touch.
You touched the back of it, pushing it down. She got the message and slipped under the band of your underwear. She ran her fingers over your folds, spreading them apart, teasing your clit with your thumb.
You could feel her heart pounding, hear the quiet moans that escaped her lips. You loved hearing how turned on she got simply from touching you.
When you were wet enough, she slipped two fingers in and your back arched into her, a silent moan on your lips. She wasted no time working you up, pressing kisses anywhere she could reach with her lips. Your neck, your head, your shoulder, the side of your face.
She rutted her hips into the back of your thigh, using it to get herself off. Her breathing grew heavier, voice higher pitched. The two of you writhed and thrust into each other, your hips chasing after her fingers.
As you crested you craned your head back and kissed her hard. She moaned into the kiss, drenching the back of your leg as she came.
She withdrew her hand from inside of you, using it to cup the side of your face as she kept kissing you, lips pillowy soft and tongue teasing yours. You had to pull away from her to catch your breath.
"You got my face all messy," you said, wincing at the sticky sensation of your release now coating it.
"I guess you'll have to let me clean it off," she smiled, rolling you to face her. She licked some of it off of your cheek, as her hand dove back in under the band of your underwear.
I've got a new story I'm working on. It's most likely going to be a collection of interwoven scenes similar in style to My Prescription but using a different pov, context, and series of events.
Can't say when it'll come out as I'm working on a celebrity AU for them too.
She rolled her eyes. "It's not a big deal. Don't make it into something it's not."
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thank you for this. i LOVE LOVE LOVE how you wrote the whole cate’s internalised homophobia in love with her girl best friend situation like omg Wow amazing 10/10
Thank you ❤❤
Cate's just so in love and sexually frustrated by the best friend not actively hitting on her that she's becoming homophobic about it. Maybe if reader kissed her it would fix Cate.
