Okay, before I continue with the lovely requests you gave me, I have a special one for you. Part 7 again...but...

THE MOTHERFUCKIN' PRESIDENT OF AMERICA FUNNY VALENTINE!!! *Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap plays in the background* ALL HAIL THE CURLY BLONDE PRESIDENT!!

So, in this very short lemon story (sorry if I've been writing so much lemon lately like I just need toooo! XD), you're his personal secretary, you secretly have a crush on him, you're very professional in your job and you're jealous of Scarlet being his wife but you didn't meet Valentine until he was elected into office.

Oh, and he brought you here from this century to his century so just in case you guys are confused during the story.

I hope you enjoy this one, y'all!

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Second POV
Being President Valentine's personal secretary is a very stressing job. You have to read personal top secret information, organize his desk sometimes while he's out doing something else, and...the stressful thing of all, actually talking face-to-face with him.

You know he's married, you know he's the bloody President of the United States of America, you know...that if word got out that you two secretly had an affair with each other...your career would be over but his would be saved, but only slightly. Not just any affair, but a sexual one, one where you two did more than just kiss and touch each other in places you two shouldn't.

Today was like any other normal day, wake up, take a bath, eat breakfast, go to your office, work on Valentine's papers that he asked you to do, but...

That scarlet letter that lays in front of you now...your name written in cursive...just came in a few seconds ago by one of Valentine's bodyguards. You haven't even opened it but it's unusual to see an envelope as beautiful as this. Someone must have taken their time to do this.

Maybe it's a letter to Valentine from Scarlet...maybe...It's a letter from Valentine to you....

You shakily open the back of the envelope with your small knife, trying to be as perfect as possible. The OCD starts kicking in, trying to be as perfect as possible with the stroke of the knife. You make the smoothest line as you possibly can and you put the fancy silver knife back inside the desk drawer. You pull out the piece of paper that's very white and has...the President's...seal on it. Yep, it's to you.

You slowly unfold the big piece of paper and read it in a whisper to yourself,

"To my professional maiden, my dearest [Y/N],

I have to inform you that my wife, Scarlet, is deceased. It means I'm now a widow, and a single man.

I know you want me and I know I want you. Meet me in my private chambers when the clock in the drawing room chimes at 8:00. Don't be late.

Your President, your new love, Funny Valentine."

You put the letter back in the envelope and put it in your desk where all the other letters go that are from Valentine to you. You stand up from your comfortable brown swivel chair and look at your watch to see it's 7:55. It takes 5 minutes to reach his bedroom from the office so you'll be on time.

Take it to now.

Valentine has his hands on both sides of your head, pinning you to the wall in his bedroom. The fireplace crackles slightly, his bed is neatly made with red, white, and blue pillows and the American Flag as the design for his blanket that reaches down to the floor. His desk is piled up with papers that are mostly things he can veto if they're not good enough laws for the people.

He gives you a slight chuckle when he sees you a bit scared of what he's going to do, but on the inside, you just want to kiss him and take off his clothes. His lips soon crash with yours and his gloves come off. You kiss him back and have your arms to your sides then you wrap them around his neck and moan into his mouth when you feel his tongue slide into yours. He gives out a soft groan and puts his hands on your wrists, putting your arms above your head. With one of his hands, he swiftly takes off your skirt and underwear, leaving you completely naked.

He moves his hand up your inner thigh and, with his thumb, he rubs your entrance slowly, making you moan softly into his mouth. Then, he puts two of his fingers in you which you gasp and look deep into his eyes, pulling out of the kiss to moan a bit more.

"So wet already? My,my...I didn't know I could turn you on so well..."
Valentine smirks more as he thrusts them at a quick pace.
"Do you want me to kiss you more? Berate you? Make you a blushing, wet mess?"
You just quickly nod your head and he thrusts them as fast as he can into your sweet spot, which you moan loudly at.
"V-Val-alentine..."
He gives off a small chuckle and pulls them out of you slowly, licking his fingers clean, sexily. You give him a blush that's as red as a cherry (*wink wink*), quickly looking away. He takes his other hand off of your wrists, roughly tossing you to his bed.

"Well, Miss.[Y/N], you've been such a naughty naughty woman all these months you've been with me. When this ends, you belong to me. Got it?"
You nod your head quickly and he presses his lips to yours, smiling lovingly in the kiss as you kiss him back.

That night, you two finished the dirty acts and you slept in his bed, feeling a bit guilty but overall, he wanted this. You, yourself, wanted this. You're the President's new love, which means...

You just got promoted.