Hi I love your stories with Valeria.....and I have an idea (if you don't like it it's fine).
Fem reader x Valeria
You work for Valeria, you always take hard tasks bc she knows you can do it so one day she takes you to restaurant (or something like a bar where all the dealers hang out) to be her pretty thing...but also bc she's falling for you really hard. You sit on a couch, drink ,talk and out of nowhere she tells you to sit on her lap and you do bc guess what you have a crush on her (I mean look at her...). Valeria loves to tease so you get some touches from her and maybe some compliments. A lot of sexual tension and Val being her bossy self.
I hope you understand 😆 I'll be so happy to read this if you decide to write it. Thank you 🖤
Hello Anon 👋
Happy to have received your ask! Let me try and indulge you, if I can. I'll give it a go, even if it might contain only a tiny bit of spice! Forgive me, as I am awful at writing sexual tension 🙏
Valeria Garza x Reader
You were just swearing to yourself in your muddy gear about the last mission your boss sent you to. So how you found yourself in an expensive black dress with shiny red lips, you didn't know.
All you remember was the hours you spent dolling yourself up for her. To catch her attention, and maybe to give her a green light.
"You deserved this." She slid a glass of wine in front of you, and sat on the couch next to you. You held the glass and raised your head to face her. She knew you liked wine, and didn't prefer heavy liquor. The fact she remembered this detail, it made you laugh.
"Sure did, ma'am." You flash a smile at her, still chuckling against the rim of the glass as you take a generous sip.
The sound of your laughter sent a chill down her spine. Seeing your smile, witnessing your sinful body in that tight dress, your all dolled up face... Valeria held her breath. You were a dangerous woman like her. Her right hand soldier. Her best bet on the field. You were like a forest fire. One that is contagious, dangerous, and breathtakingly beautiful all the same. You caught her lungs on fire, and she had to stop talking for a second to get a hold of herself.
"So what about the dealers?" You asked, seeing Valeria won't be doing anything but to stare at your dress unashamedly.
"Dealers?" She wet her lips, and cleared her throat. "Dealers." She looked away from you, and took a drink for herself as well. She was helping herself to a tequila, a much more confident choice.
She looked out of her head, and the reason for that was obvious in your head. It was the sight of you, and you couldn't have felt even more prideful after realizing that.
"You were the one asking me to accompany you to dinner."
"Yes, to show face."
"To the dealers?"
"A los distribuidores." (To the dealers.)
You sighed, taking another sip from your glass of wine and throwing your one leg on your other. You leaned your chest down on the table, smiling at your boss who is having a hard time because of you.
She takes a look at you again, shamelessly. She looks you up and down. She couldn't have been happier to have asked you out to dinner. In the field, you are beautiful. But in this bar, in a much calmer setting you are more than just beautiful. You are hers. And the thought of it riles her.
You are here because you took her offer. She had asked you to accompany her and get dolled up. And you had done exactly that. Her actions were subtle, but she knew that you didn't lack the intelligence to pick on them.
She was trying to flirt with you, have you to herself in a much calmer setting. And judging from the way you sit and lean forward, you did more than picking on the hints. You were using them. You were trying to give her the green light.
She must have caught the hint because she looked far more sure of her next words.
"You are beautiful tonight, mi corazon," She leaned back on her seat and looked into your eyes. "I just wanted them to see the pretty thing I am hiding."
You quirked an eyebrow,
"You are using me as a mistress, ma'am?"
Valeria smiled at your words. She wished.
"You are not doing a very great job at that boss."
She laughed at your words, and fixed you with a serious expression.
"Valeria, amore. We are not at work. I didn't take you out as your boss."
"You've been acting like I belong to you." And the words falling from your lips makes both your heart and hers skip a beat. "I don't belong to Valeria. I belong to El Sin Nombre." You were meant to tease her, and maybe get a raise or two. You didn't mean any harm with your words, but judging from Valeria's expression she took offense to that.
"Amore," She leaned back, and opened her one arm slowly. She placed it on the back of the couch you were sitting on and looked straight into your eyes. She didn't break eye contact, and boy wasn't it intense. You swore you felt your soul actually leaving your body for a second.
"You are mine in every sense of the word. You know it better than I,"
"I don't seem like it."
"What?" She furrowed her eyebrows, actually growing frustrated with you. You were teasing her but wasn't she annoyed with it. You were giving her the green light and tempting her at the same time. You wanted to get into trouble, she could say that much.
"I don't seem like I belong to you."
"We can't have that, can we?" She sighed, and spread her legs open slowly. Her one hand placed right on her left thigh and landed a pat.
Your eyes widened, and all of the blood in your body rushed to your face.
The offer was there. And you'd be a fool to not have taken it. If you knew Valeria, she wouldn't voice it out loud. So you took the offer, as fast as humanly possible.
You were up on your feet embarrassingly fast. You sat down on her lap, one arm around her shoulders and your both legs hesitantly sat on her lap. You weren't leaning your entire body on her.
"Mi vida, sit down."
"I am." You couldn't even make eye contact, in fear of being too close despite being desperate to sit on her lap in the first place.
"You are not. Sit down."
The authoritative tone in her voice made you shiver. Valeria was more than capable of holding you, but at this moment you found it hard to lean into her.
Valeria placed her hand on the little of your back, and slowly slid it to your waist. She grabbed you, and encouraged you to sink yourself down on her.
You felt your skin burn where she touched you on the dress. Wishing that the piece of black cloth hadn't been in the way. You stopped your thoughts from getting out of control and let your body go.
You were seated completely on her lap. With her one hand on your waist and the other resting on your lap.
"See, much better." She seemed prideful, with you seated on her lap. "Do you seem like you belong to me now?"
You nodded abruptly, and looked into her eyes only to see she was already looking at you.
She was right, you belonged to her. Your life belonged to her, your mind belonged to her and your heart, painful as it was, belonged to her.
Just like how hers belonged to you.
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