Kamala Harris x female reader (wlw)
TRIGGER WARNING:
*eventual smut
*possible mention of self harm/abuse
*profanity
*possible verbal abuse
Genre:
*wlw romance
*slow burn (maybe 🤔)
Description
kamala was the future president of the united states, she had worked tirelessly to obtain that position over the years and had finally acquired it, this new role in her life came with a new lifestyle, despite the constant workload that came with her profession, she had also people working for her, assistants, bodyguards, something she had grown used to, or perhaps someone she had grown used to.
"Of course, Senator Harris. I'm ready for anything you put on me."
Kamala's eyebrow arches, and I realize too late how that might sound. My cheeks burn, and I fight the urge to fan myself.
"Good," she says, her tone rich with amusement and something darker. "Because I plan on working you very hard when we get back to the office."
The car slows to a stop, and I realize we've arrived at my apartment building. As I gather my things, my hands trembling slightly, Kamala's final words follow me out of the car:
"Rest up this weekend. You're going to need it."