#Victoria neuman

[milfhunter6698]

Under pressure pt4

synopsis: Upon joining the NYC firm as a new associate, you quickly find yourself facing the pressure of working under the firm’s star senior partner, Victoria neuman. With a reputation for excellence and an eye for potential, she was searching for a junior partner who can meet her exacting standards. You, with your impressive credentials and unwavering ambition, seemed like a perfect fit…until the pressure of meeting those high expectations started taking their toll. 

Warnings: 18+ eventual smut, no use of (y/n), cursing, no describing reader’s appearance, explicit language, fluff, angst, teasing, hurt & comfort, power imbalance, slight AU, some similarities to cannon, mentions of the boys characters (Hughie), slight age gap, rival associates, young!reader, older!Victoria, slow-burn, infidelity.

notes: Ya’ll ya’ll ya’llllll, I’ve had a crazy past couple of days I got sick almost died lmao but whew.. ya girl is back. Also that won’t stop me from posting on schedule. So yeah as promised every Wednesday and Sunday I’ll be posting a new chapter, and that’s all i gotta say now enjoy.

previous chapter

wc: 3.3k

As Victoria shut the door with her leg, your fingers eagerly tugged at her blazer. Your desperate kisses trailed down the hallway, to the living room that was shrouded in darkness, save for the moonlight streaming through the backyard glass—doors. She playfully pulled you onto the couch, and you erupted into laughter as you straddled her lap.

Your hands curled around her neck, feeling the strong pulse beneath her skin. Her hands moved to gently squeeze your ass, and her grin against your mouth turned your knees weak. Your lips met once more, and she pulled away, breathless fingers deftly unbuttoning your shirt, with a slow seductive smile on her face. She cupped your jaw, “Y…You’re so beautiful…” She panted, her eyes meeting yours as the heat flooded your cheeks and you leaned in response, capturing her lips in a tender, slower kiss—

Victoria jolted awake, her heart racing. It was you again, the same lingering thoughts that had been consuming her for weeks. Your laugh, your touch.. It all felt so real. She blinked at the ceiling of her bedroom, realizing it was just a dream. A long, slow breath escaped her lips as she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes before throwing the covers off and heading to the bathroom to start her day.

In the shower, she dipped her head under the water stream, and closed her eyes letting the warmth soothe her taut nerves. Her mind, though, stubbornly drifted back to the vivid dream she had of you. She took a deep, shaky breath, an attempt to shake away the lingering thoughts. But they clung, relentless and all-consuming.

Her heart pounded, echoing in her ears. Her hands moved reluctantly between her thighs, guided by a familiar need. A deep sigh slipped through her trembling lips, and with her forehead pressed against the cold tiles, her fingers found her sensitive clit. She shuddered as the delicious sensation coursed through her, lips parting in a silent plea for release.

Her fingers traced lazy circles, her clit thrumming in response. Her eyes flashed with memories of your face, the warmth of your lips, and the soothing sound of your voice. Her chest ached with desire, and her free hand found her breast, messaging it gently while her middle finger teased her slit, a small, helpless whine escaping her lips as she pushed it in deeper.

Her body surged forward, and she added another finger, her heart pounding against her chest as thick fog filled the air. Rolling her nipple between her fingers, she let out another soft moan, increasing the pace. Her mind, clouded by thoughts of you, pushed her closer to the edge.

Her eyes tight shut. Desperate and aching, she moved one hand, gripping at the tiles for support. She fervently wished that it was your fingers pleasuring her instead of her own. Her head fell back as her eyes rolled to the back of her skull. A warm pooling sensation started low within, her orgasm building. In that moment, your name escaped her lips in the most needy, whiny groan.

Her knees buckled, her voice breaking in small cries, and the all-consuming throb of her clit took over. Her body stilled, the movement paused as she struggled to breathe. Her forehead pressed against the back of her hand, holding onto the wall for dear life. Her throat parched and she licked her lips, her mind blank only you were there.

She was so desperate to have you here. Oh, she wanted more. None of this was enough… she yearned to know the feeling of your skin against hers, how you’d look, react and respond to her touch, or sound against her ear.

Her thoughts continued racing to your love life, wondering if your girlfriend ever has had the privilege of giving you the pleasure you deserved. Did she worship your body, made you forget about whatever troubled you like she’d vow to?

A shudder escaped her, her chest throbbing with unfulfilled desire. Her heavy eyelids finally fluttered open, gazing at the blank stare of the wall In front of her, as the water continued to sweep down her back. She surrendered to the warmth, allowing it to temporarily soothe her aching heart.

Once at the office, Victoria’s usual composure was a little off. She catches herself zoning out more than once, she couldn’t help but steal glances at you as you interacted with others—your charm, your calm demeanor. It all continuously drew her in.

As she sat at her desk, her eyes were drawn to you again through the glass. You were engrossed by your work and completely unaware of the effect you had on her. She watched the way your fingers moved across the keyboard, the slight furrow in your brow as you concentrated. At one point, you catch her looking, and for a second your eyes lock.

But she quickly glances away, feigning a sudden interest in the paperwork on her desk, but not before noticing the slight smile on your mouth. She bites her lip, shaking her head, trying to focus. Get it together, Vic. she tells herself.

Victoria knew all too well the unspoken boundaries, being your employer and all. She also known you had a girlfriend, and she didn't want to interfere, but the thought of it still left her stomach in knots. Was it a hint of jealousy that confused her so? Why was she feeling this way?

The power dynamic between you was a clear line, and yet her attraction to you was clear as the sun in the sky. She'd been holding back for far too long, hiding her desires as she casts you glances or offered compliments, seemingly innocent gestures that held so much more.

Those little praises.. her admiration, it was obvious your sweet, compliant nature, and let's not forget you’re… well, not so bad to look at. In a role where You’d fetch things for her, little did you know you had her in your grasp. And it frustrates her that it’s taking you a while to catch on.

Lately though, her intentions became more transparent. Stealing a brush, a lingering touch, her desire for you to notice that she wanted you, and it was impossible to ignore.

As the day progressed, you were at the break room, she leaned against the counter, watching as you opened a box of donuts with that ever-present focused look on your face. You grabbed one, taking a bite while talking about the latest progress in the case. She nodded along, pretending to listen, but her mind was elsewhere—far away from work and closer to the way your lips moved as you spoke.

Her gaze drifted downward to your mouth, catching the faint dusting of powdered sugar on the corner. Without thinking, she stepped closer, her hand reaching up instinctively, her thumb brushing the powder away from your lips. The movement felt so natural, and for a split second, you froze, your eyes widened in surprise.

Time seemed to stop as you stood there, her hand still lingering by your mouth. Your breath hitched, and without realizing it, Victoria leaned in, her lips found yours in a soft, deliberate kiss. The world outside the break room disappeared, leaving only the warmth of your mouth against hers.

But then—

“Victoria?” your voice pierced through her daydream like a sharp needle, pulling her back to reality. She blinked, realizing her hand was still mid-air, holding a napkin. You looked at her, eyebrows raised in concern. “You okay there?”

Her face flushed red as she quickly shook off the moment. “Uh, yeah. Sorry—just… lost in thought.” She tossed the napkin in the trash, forcing herself to focus.

You smiled, clearly oblivious to what had just played out in her mind, and continued talking about the case as though nothing had happened. But her heart still raced, the phantom feeling of your lips lingering long after the daydream had ended.

Later in the day, Victoria had a meeting downtown with an old friend/rival from her early days at the firm. They had once been on the same career path, but while she climbed her way up to become senior partner, Michael’s career had taken a different trajectory. He’s now a partner at a smaller, less prestigious firm, and their relationship had been strained ever since.

The meeting was about a high-profile case that requires both firms to collaborate—one of those situations where they can’t avoid each other, even though she’d rather for the two of them to not interact.

She wasn’t thrilled about seeing him, but the case involved a major corporate client with deep pockets. His firm represents a key stakeholder, and their interests are aligned—for now. They’ve agreed to meet in person to discuss strategy and ensure they’re on the same page. However, Victoria knew Michael well enough to suspect that this meeting will be less about the case and more about him trying to undermine her authority.

She arrives at an upscale restaurant where she was greeted by the host and led to a secluded corner booth, where Michael is already seated, his glass half-full with an expensive bourbon.

She was already dreading this meeting. She could handle most things—difficult clients, high-stakes negotiations, even the media when necessary—but Michael was a particular breed of aggravation. He was the type who thought every victory was his alone, and every failure was someone else’s to own.

He stood as she approached him, offering her a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Victoria,” he greets her, extending his hand. “Still keeping everyone on their toes, I see.”

She shakes his hand but doesn’t return the smile. “I try.”

They both sit, and the waiter promptly returns to take their orders. Victoria orders a coffee, while Michael orders another bourbon, leaning back into the plush seat as if he owns the place. His casual demeanor only grates on her nerves.

She’d forgotten how smug he could be. Or maybe she hadn’t. It was hard to forget someone who made it his life’s mission to outshine everyone, even when there was no spotlight to be had.

The conversation starts professionally enough. They discuss the case, exchanging information and strategies. It’s a tense, businesslike conversation with the bare minimum of small talk, just the way Victoria likes it. But Michael, being Michael, can’t leave things at that.

After the preliminary work talk is done, he leans back and gives her that familiar smirk—the one that used to make her want to punch him back in law school.

“You know, it’s funny,” he says, swirling his bourbon. “I remember when you were still trying to figure things out. Fresh out of law school, unsure if you were cut out for the big leagues. Now look at you.”

She raises an eyebrow, unimpressed by his attempt at flattery. “I’ve always been cut out for it, Michael. I just had to prove it to people like you.”

His smile falters, just for a second, but he recovers quickly. “Touché. But don’t tell me you’ve never felt out of place, even for a second. A woman in your position…it’s not exactly common. And we both know how the boys’ club can be.”

There it was—the comment she’d been expecting. He always managed to make these backhanded, misogynistic remarks, like he couldn’t stand the idea that she’d succeeded where he hadn’t. She straightens in her chair, meeting his gaze head-on.

“I’ve dealt with the ‘boys’ club’ my entire career,” she says, her voice steady but cold. “And here I am, still standing. So if you think that’s going to rattle me, Michael, you’ll have to do better than that.”

“Oh, I’m not trying to rattle you,” he says, leaning forward. “I’m just…curious. How far do you think you can go before they start asking questions? Before people start wondering how you got here?”

There’s a long pause. Victoria knows exactly what he’s implying, and it makes her blood boil. The insinuation that she’s had to do something—compromise herself, perhaps, or use her looks or connections—to get where she is. She’s heard it before from other men like Michael. But today, she’s not in the mood to let it slide.

She smiles—an icy, sharp smile that holds no warmth. “Let me explain something to you,” she says, leaning in slightly. “I got here because I’m better than you. Better than anyone else who’s ever tried to tear me down. I don’t have to explain myself to anyone. Least of all you.”

Michael’s smirk fades. He didn’t expect her to hit back so hard, and for the first time in years, he looks uncomfortable. Victoria lets the silence hang in the air for a moment, relishing the fact that she’s finally put him in his place.

“Well,” he says, clearing his throat. “I guess that’s why you’re the one in charge now.”

Victoria doesn’t respond. She doesn’t need to. She’s already won this round. After finishing the conversation about the case, She stands, gathering her things. She doesn’t wait for pleasantries or to hear whatever lame apology or excuse Michael might offer. The moment the business part of the meeting is over, she’s done with him.

As she walked away, heels clicking against the polished floor, she felt an odd sense of satisfaction. Dealing with Michael always left a sour taste in her mouth, but today? Today, she’d walked away feeling stronger. There were always going to be people like him—people who couldn’t stand seeing her succeed. But as long as she stayed ahead, as long as she kept proving them wrong, she could handle it.

She left the restaurant and stepped out onto the busy New York streets, her mind drifted back to you. She can’t help but wonder why you’re the one and only person who makes her feel like she’s constantly second-guessing herself. With Michael, it was easy to put him in his place, to remind him of the power she holds. But with you…it was different.

How is it that the you—the only person who isn’t trying to tear her down is the one who makes her feel the most vulnerable? the one who makes her question the wall she’s built around herself.

After the meeting, Victoria returns to the firm to work late on a case with you. The library was quiet, only sound coming from papers being flipped and the soft tapping of keys as she worked through some case precedents. Across the long wooden table, you sat with your head buried in notes, visibly frustrated. Your pacing back and forth had become more frequent as the night wore on.

“You’re overthinking it,” she said, glancing up from her own work. She couldn’t help but smile as you ruffled your hair in frustration. It was strange—Victoria rarely made time for others in moments like this. She had her own pile of work waiting, but here she was, using any excuse just to spend more time with you. The other cases can wait.

You groaned, resting your hands onto the table as you stood across from her. “I’ve read every precedent I can find, but nothing fits. If I don’t figure this out, we’re screwed.”

She pushed her chair back and stood up, moving around the table toward you. “You’re looking at this from the wrong angle. Let me show you a method that might help.”

She leaned over behind your shoulder, intentionally pressing herself against your back and bringing her face close to yours as she adjusted the papers in front of you. Her breath hitched slightly once she caught the scent of your intoxicating perfume, she could feel the heat radiating off you as her arm brushed against yours.

“See this case?” She pointed to a page, her voice quieter now. “If you break down the elements like this…” Her hand trailed to yours, guiding your fingers to mark the page. The touch lingered, and neither of you pulled away.

You turned your head slightly, her heart skipped a beat when your eyes met. There was a charged silence between you—one that neither seemed willing or able to break. For a moment, she’d forgot entirely about the case, the firm, everything else.

Without thinking, her hand slid up to your shoulder, the warmth of your body drawing her in. Her breath caught, gaze lowering to your lips. “Victoria…” you murmured.

Victoria had fought battles in courtrooms, in boardrooms, but this…this was a battle she wasn’t sure she wanted to win anymore. She was growing a little antsy to be completely honest. Her eyes stayed glued on you, her mind wandering and racing in directions that she had forbidden herself to go. She wanted you, so bad. She couldn’t resist it any longer and without a single thought she leaned in cutting off whatever protest you might’ve had.

Your lips met in a sudden, fiery kiss—months of unspoken tension and stolen glances crashing into this one moment. She pulled you closer fingers tangled in your hair. It was reckless, it was impulsive, and it was everything you’d been holding back, but neither of you dared to pull away.

And it also was wrong in the most scandalous way, but there was something about it that was thrilling, something undeniably right. Victoria's hands roamed your sides, gripping your skin, bringing you closer to her.

She felt your body stiffen for a brief instant, heart faltered terrified. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion and she searched your eyes for any signs of discomfort once you pulled back, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

You gently placed your hands on her shoulders, creating a small space between your bodies. Her chest ached the loss of your warmth was immediate and profound, left her feeling both uneasy and bereft.

Your voice was barely above a whisper, thick with emotion and tinged with regret. "No... I can't," you murmured, your words hit her hard, like a bucket of ice-cold water shocking her back to reality. Her mind, previously clouded by desire, now raced with conflicting emotions. After a moment's pause, you added, with a hint of finality, "We can't. This... this isn't right."

Your eyes met her chocolate brown ones, filled with a mix of surprise and disappointment. A single nod from her, accepting your decision, followed. She wiped off her smudged lipstick, with the back of her hand. Her lips a soft pink as she looked away panting, hands resting on her hips.

"You're right," she spoke, her voice when she’d finally found it was softer now, with a hint of vulnerability creeping into it. "Uhh… we’ll talk about this later." She kept your gaze, your eyes a mix of emotions swirling within them - regret, longing, and something deeper that she couldn't quite place.

Her gaze drifted to the faint blush on your cheeks, barely noticeable in the dim lighting of the room, causing her heart to skip a beat. The sight of you, slightly disheveled and breathless, shifted something within her that she struggled to suppress.

She watched you turn away from her, with heavy steps, you silently gathered your things from the table, each movement deliberate and slow, as if giving yourself time to reconsider. The rustle of papers and the soft thud of books being collected seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet library. Her eyes were kept on you, as you walked through the aisles, the shelves of legal tomes looming on either side, she couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. The scent of old books and leather bindings, once comforting, now seemed to mock the chaos of her emotions.

[l9vepotions]

sigh… i miss my silly gf

[teapetal44]

p2

[brutalia]

claudia doumit for the boys s4 promo

[weetlebeetle]

Little The Boys charms available until October 6th

[soaraes]

bot release !!

victoria neuman — trophy wife. (request! & wlw!)

you love the luxury life you’re able to live thanks to your wife, victoria. though, you assure her constantly that all of the luxury items she buys isn’t really necessary, and that you love her through and through. she simply doesn’t care and spoils you anyway.

request form here !

bot masterlist !

— enjoy! <3 i kinda rushed the greeting but lmk how you like it or if you spot any grammar mistakes because i didn’t proofread !

[ladiesofcinema]

CLAUDIA DOUMIT as VICTORIA NEUMAN THE BOYS | Season 4, Episode 5 "Beware the Jabberwock, My Son"

[torncolourfultights]

kimiko miyashiro

[janineirl]

bae come back youre so sexy hhaahah 🙏🏾🙏🏾

[soldiergrimes]

I could take them both (not in a fight)

[sunriozz]

POV: you try to join the mean girls (you're firecracker)

[l9vepotions]

cant tell whether i wanna give her kisses and comfort her or let her top me :(

[wiidvw]

WILLIAM BUTCHER, COUNT YOUR FUCKING DAYS!!

[princesssmars]

she’s so baby girl (ignore the homicide)

[snake-snack-stede]

she just kept nodding 😭

[anundyingfidelity]

me when 'the boys' pull up the most disgusting, grotesque and bizarrely exaggerating scene ever on screen for parody, satire or social criticism purposes (or just because, idgaf):