Kate notices she’s getting a grey streak in her hair from years of stress and overworking and is self conscious that yelena won’t like it for some reason until Kate shows yelena and she drops a mug of hot chocolate that she forgot she was holding because it turns out yelena *Really* likes it
Kate telly yelena she may have anger issues and yelena is going to argue that she doesn’t whilst pointing her chefs knife at Kate before just giving up
one of my favorite tropes is when kate and yelena hang out at the new avengers compound. kate having a special little guest pass and thunderbolts being used to having her around. the girls just chill or train or cuddle or watch movies <3
mcu won't give it to me, so i will give it to myself
Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader
Natasha thinks you'd be perfect for her sister Yelena, whist Clint thinks you'd be perfect for Kate
[A/N] This is probably the last one I managed to queue - ever since I read that Kate novel I've been wanting to write more Kate fics so my bestie helped me come up with this cute idea 🥰 Hope you guys enjoy! 😘
“How did things go with you and Kate yesterday?” Clint asks, nudging your leg with his foot. You’re in the common room of the Avengers compound, you trying to read on one end of the couch whilst Clint lies lazily on the other side.
“Yeah, it was good. I’m meeting up with her again on Saturday.”
Natasha’s head snaps up from where she’d been scrolling through her iPad, “I thought you were meeting Yelena on Saturday.”
“Uh yeah, I am. I’m meeting both of them.”
Natasha and Clint meet eyes across the room and Natasha can’t help but scowl. Ever since you moved here there’d been a fierce competition between the two of them. Natasha had known from the moment she was introduced to you that you’d be perfect for her younger sister Yelena. Yelena had confessed to liking girls to Natasha a couple of years ago but had never really done anything since then. Natasha had Bucky whilst Yelena had never really dated before. Natasha just knew that you were everything Yelena needed, and that the two of you would be a good match.
Irritatingly, Clint had thought the same about you and Kate. Kate had never really come out to anybody but had dated a girl named Cheyenne for a couple of months at the beginning of last year, a relationship that hadn’t lasted long because Cheyenne turned out to be allergic to dogs and Lucky was a non-negotiable in Kate’s life. Where she went, that dog went. Clint had checked with you that you weren’t allergic to dogs and that you were in fact attracted to girls, and had set you and Kate up on a date.
At first neither Clint nor Natasha had even realised what the other was doing – it had taken a couple of weeks of you dating both women simultaneously for them to catch on. Thus had begun a fierce competition between the two of them, trying to match you up with the girl they thought you were more sorted to.
“Y/N, I want you to train with Yelena today,” Natasha would announce every morning when it was her turn to assign schedules.
“Kate would probably be a far better teacher than me,” Clint had said when you’d begged him to give you an archery lesson, immediately setting up a session for the two of you.
“Yelena’s free this Friday, I booked you a table at that rooftop bar I told you about,” Natasha said the next time she’d seen you.
“Hey Y/N, Kate said she was taking Lucky for a walk, if you wanted to join her and stretch your legs?” Clint would randomly suggest whenever he saw Kate fetching Lucky’s lead.
Both of them were used to a little friendly competition but this one felt particularly personal. Although Kate wasn’t Clint’s little sister, she might as well be, and he felt fiercely protective of her in the same way that Natasha felt about Yelena. Whoever you picked, there was going to be hurt feelings for at least a little while afterwards.
“You’re going out with both of them?” Clint asks. “I thought it was meant to be a date.”
“Yeah, this whole thing is getting a little out of hand so I figured I’d just invite them both out,” You say, glancing between them both. “Then you guys can quit bugging me.”
Natasha and Clint look away guiltily, knowing they’ve come on a bit strong. Sometimes it was easy to forget that they were actually working for the benefit of Kate and Yelena, the competitiveness between them running so strong. You give them both a small smile and get up to leave the room.
“Why can’t you just let Yelena have this?” Natasha asks the second you’re out of earshot. “Kate doesn’t need a girlfriend the way Yelena does.”
“Y/N isn’t here to fix Yelena’s problems, that’s something she needs to work out in therapy. Kate and Y/N are on a more even playing field-”
“Yelena deserves to have some fun and it’s harder for her to meet people!”
Yelena had spent a couple of years going around the world freeing all of the Widow’s that she could find. Now her job was complete she was back in New York to work alongside Natasha in the Avengers. Kate had recently graduated from the Young Avengers program into the regular Avengers. Both had been there for a year or so before you’d arrived – you’d barely gotten to know either of them before Natasha and Clint had begun their competition to get you together.
On Saturday Natasha spends time in Yelena’s room, prepping her for the date, “You should mention that you’re good at archery too, if Kate’s gonna be there.”
Yelena gives her a look, “Why?”
“To impress Y/N. You need to get ahead of Kate-”
“And you think casually mentioning I can shoot a bow and arrow will be the winning factor that tips me over the edge? If she suggested we have a shootout then Kate would win, you know that right?”
“Yeah but she won’t, you can just-”
“Kate’s better than me at archery. Whilst I appreciate the effort, I don’t need dating advice from you, Nat.”
“I just-”
“You don’t get girls. And besides, Bucky’s pretty low maintenance.”
Natasha scoffs, “Bucky is not low maintenance-”
“Please, he’s so grumpy and broody he barely notices if the two of you go on a date.”
“The point is I think you and Y/N would be good together.”
“And we’re going on a date tonight. Relax! You worry too much.”
Natasha sighs, watching as Yelena completes the finishing touches to her hair. “It suits you. The short length. Looks nice.”
“Thank you,” Yelena smiles, adjusting her yellow tartan coat as she takes one last look at herself in the mirror. “I’ll let you know how it goes.”
Natasha sighs as she watches Yelena leave. In Kate’s room, Clint is trying to give her similar advice. “Take Lucky with you. Y/N loves dogs.”
“I mean yeah, that was a given,” Kate says, scratching behind Lucky’s ears. “We’re getting pizza, this guy would know if I didn’t take him and that would be the ultimate act of betrayal.”
“You’ve just gotta play to your strengths-”
“And you think the best reason to date me is Lucky the Pizza dog?”
“No! No, but he’s definitely a perk-”
“You’re stressing over nothing,” Kate says, fastening her necklace. “It’s just a casual date. We’re going to ‘Bad Pizza’ then going for a walk-”
“I guess I just don’t understand why Yelena’s going.” Clint gives Kate a look when she laughs at him. “What?”
“I’ll tell you when you’re older. Come on, Lucky.”
Clint rolls his eyes as Kate leaves, still not entirely sure what was so funny. Maybe he is getting too old for this shit. He’d already officially retired twice now and somehow kept getting dragged back into the game. Still, he hoped that tonight went well – for Kate’s sake, anyway.
By Sunday morning Clint and Natasha are practically out of their minds with curiosity, wanting to know how the date had gone and who you’d chosen. After all, that must’ve been the reason you’d asked them both out, to decide once and for all. It wouldn’t be fair to keep dating both girls indefinitely, and it had already been a couple of months.
You’d all gotten home late last night so they hadn’t had chance to catch up with either Kate or Yelena. When the three of you eventually make it through for breakfast, you’re wearing the t-shirt Kate had been wearing yesterday and Natasha’s heart sinks, assuming you must’ve picked Kate. That’s why she’s surprised when Yelena wraps her arms around your waist, leaning her head on your shoulder as you all wait for the coffeepot to heat up.
Clint and Natasha exchange another glance as the three of you sit together, laughing together about something. Lucky curls up beneath the table even though Tony had warned Kate multiple times that dogs aren’t allowed in the kitchen. Natasha watches you all, assuming she must’ve been wrong, that you’d chosen Yelena given how familiar she’d been with you at the coffeepot. But then why are you wearing Kate’s shirt?
Unable to take it any longer Natasha scrapes back her chair, standing up and sitting down in front of the three of you, followed closely by Clint. “Did you choose?” Natasha asks.
You look up at her, startled, “What do you mean?”
“Between Yelena and Kate obviously! Which one is your girlfriend?”
The three of you exchange glances before bursting out laughing. Clint rolls his eyes, “Can you guys let us in on the big joke please?”
“I didn’t ask them out to pick between them,” You wheeze. “I asked them out so we could all date each other.”
Natasha and Clint exchange a baffled glance before looking back at you. “Wait, so all three of you are…?”
“Yeah,” Yelena laughs. “Let’s face it, choosing between me and Kate would be an impossible task for anyone, and why should only one of us get to date Y/N?”
“I had a crush on Yelena for ages anyway,” Kate says. “Just didn’t have the guts to do anything about it. Now that Y/N’s here, it’s even better.”
“You guys are so old-fashioned,” You tease. “I thought you realised when I said I was going on a date with both of them.”
“Why would we assume- I don’t get young people today.” Clint shakes his head, sitting back in his seat and picking up his coffee cup.
Natasha looks thoughtfully between the three of you, smiling to herself when Yelena slings an arm around your shoulders and Kate leans over to brush a crumb off your cheek with her thumb. It’s true, polygamy hadn’t crossed Natasha’s mind, but now that she’s looking at the three of you through a different perspective, she can see that you’re perfect for each other. She feels foolish now for not thinking to set Yelena up with Kate in the first place, but this has worked out perfectly. Now neither Clint nor Natasha has lost.
You’d realised pretty quickly that you were falling for both Kate and Yelena. When Kate had confessed she’d initially felt attraction for Yelena, the solution had seemed obvious to you. That’s why you’d asked them both on a date.
How were you ever supposed to choose between them? Both of them were so different but you’d seen their chemistry first hand and there was something about them that just worked. You’d all gone for pizza, and it had been the best date you’d ever been on. You’d been on a lot of bad dates in the past but every date you’d had with Yelena and Kate had been perfect, nothing but laughs and sparks flying. Getting together with both of them had been even better.
After pizza you’d gone for drinks, sneaking Lucky in whilst the bouncer wasn’t looking, and you’d sat in a corner, all still laughing as you’d drunk cocktail after cocktail. When you arrived back at the compound the three of you realised that you didn’t want the night to end, so you’d ended up back in your room, the three of you squashing into your bed with Lucky curled up on the end.
“I don’t think Clint realised that we were all going on a date,” Kate had giggled, her arm around your waist. “It was like he thought Yelena was third-wheeling.”
“Please, I would not have been the third-wheel,” Yelena had retorted, snuggling into your other side.
“I can’t wait to see the look on their faces tomorrow,” Kate said, kissing your cheek. “You should walk into the kitchen wearing my shirt.”
“They’ll just think I picked you.”
“Exactly, then Yelena can kiss you or something, throw them off completely. Just to wind them up.”
You’d all giggled, still feeling the effects of the cocktails and the good time that you’d had. Yelena’s hand had found yours, intertwining your fingers and kissing your knuckles. You’d smiled to yourself as you’d fallen into an alcohol infused sleep – as full-on as Clint and Natasha had been over the last few months, they had given you the opening you’d been looking for. Now you were lying here with two pretty girls. You’d have to thank them one day.
Secretary Kate x Law Firm Partner Yelena AU
Top Kate x Bottom Yelena
Younger woman x Older woman (Kate is 22 & Yelena is 32)
Summary: When Kate is called to her boss’s office, she fears she is about to lose her job as a secretary at New York’s top law firm. Her boss, Yelena, has something else in mind.
It all started when this anon suggested I turn a little post I wrote into a smutty one-shot. Then @chickenweona left this comment that I should make it Bishova... so I did! ;) <3
Word Count: 4.6k | TW: Smut! Lots of it! Fingering, oral, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, squirting, etc. 🔞
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Dividers from @/saradika-graphics
There were a million thoughts swirling through Kate’s head when she got that email from her boss.
Please report to my office immediately.
There was no “good afternoon,” no “hello,” not even the usual signature reading Yelena Belova, Attorney at Law.
There were only those six words, nothing more.
Am I getting fired? Kate’s stomach sank as she rose from her desk.
Kate needed this job. She’d graduated college in spring, just after her mother’s company was audited for tax fraud. This landed Eleanor Bishop in jail and all Bishop Securities assets were frozen.
Which meant Kate was on her own.
Kate wasn’t new to loneliness. She’d been much closer to her father, but he had passed away when she was only ten. Her mother had provided her with basic necessities—food, shelter, clothing—but she’d thrown herself into her work after her husband’s passing.
It was all too common for Kate to come home to an empty penthouse. She’d have some chips or candy as a snack, finish her homework with the tv turned on for company, and order a pizza for dinner. Sometimes, she wouldn’t even see her mother before going to bed.
But even though Kate was used to being alone, she’d always had her mother’s funds as a safety net. She hadn’t had to work a part-time job to make it through college, or save money during summer vacations.
Now, with her mother locked away and no access to any money, Kate had been forced to move out of the penthouse. She’d ended up in a dingy little apartment, but it was above a pizza parlor, so she couldn’t complain.
And she had just gotten her first job.
About a month ago, Kate had managed to earn a position at New York’s top criminal defense law firm, Romanoff, Barton & Bishova. She was only a secretary with nothing to do with law itself, but it paid well and was only two subway stops from her apartment.
Kate had gone to college to be a lawyer, but her plans had been derailed after her mother’s arrest. Her final semester’s tuition had already been paid, so Kate was able to graduate with her bachelor’s degree. However, she wouldn’t be able to apply to law school until she had saved enough money.
So that’s why Kate needed to keep this job. Law school and, of course, a roof over her head and meals on the table.
Kate’s interview had been conducted by two of the firm's partners, Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton. They were pretty friendly and Kate warmed up to them immediately. Neither of them was put off by Kate’s lack of experience and seemed pleased by her willingness to learn.
When the interview finished, Kate had shaken both of their hands and was told to expect a call in the next day or so.
As she rode the subway home, Kate anxiously replayed the interview over and over. Everything seemed to have gone well. There was nothing to hint that she wouldn’t get the job. She was sure they liked her.
But what if they liked someone else even more?
Kate sighed, peering out the window at the blurry city lights.
She had applied to dozens of jobs since her mother was arrested. Maybe even hundreds. She hadn’t received many calls back. After all, her resume was nearly empty aside from her college degree and years of competitive archery experience.
She thought she was lucky to have been called to five interviews. But then she was rejected five times.
Phone calls said, “Thank you for your interest, Ms. Bishop, but we’ve decided to move forward with another candidate.”
Emails read, “Unfortunately, you have not been selected for the round of interviews. We appreciate your time.”
This was her sixth interview.
She needed it. The little money she had in her own bank account was running low and rent was due next week.
That’s why Kate was absolutely overjoyed when she received a call on her cell phone the following morning.
“Hello, this is Natasha Romanoff from Romanoff, Barton & Belova. Am I speaking with Kate Bishop?”
Kate nearly dropped the leftover slice of pizza she’d reheated for breakfast. “Hi, Ms. Romanoff! Yes, this is Kate.”
“Kate, I have wonderful news. Romanoff, Barton, & Belova would like to offer you the secretary position.”
Kate couldn’t stop from gasping aloud. This time, she did drop her pizza. It landed on the floor with a splat, but Kate didn’t even look down. “Really? Thank you! Yes, I’d love to!”
Natasha chuckled as she heard Kate’s labored breathing. “Perfect. You will be Ms. Belova’s secretary. She is currently on vacation, but she trusts my judgement in hiring.”
“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” Kate exclaimed.
“You’re welcome. We’re very pleased to have you join us,” Natasha continued. “I think it was a great decision to process all your clearance forms before the interview. It looks like everything is good to go. I’d appreciate if you were able to start on Monday, the same day Ms. Belova returns to the office.”
“Okay, yes! I’ll be there.”
The rest of the conversation passed in a blur. Kate was nearly vibrating with excitement. She had a job!
Not just any job, either. She was going to be secretary to one of the city’s best criminal defense lawyers.
Ms. Belova. Kate had heard about her. Yelena Belova, if she remembered correctly.
Kate immediately whipped out her phone and typed the name into the search bar. News articles immediately filled the screen.
Yelena Belova had recently become a household name. She’d recently won a case, defending billionaire inventor, Tony Stark, when he’d lost control over one of his inventions, resulting in damaged infrastructure and minor injuries all over the city. Yelena had somehow gotten all charges dropped and Stark was able to walk without so much as a slap on the wrist.
It was the talk of every news channel and on the cover of every magazine.
Kate hovered over Yelena’s Wikipedia page. Her picture popped up and Kate couldn't deny she was a good-looking woman. She had slicked blonde hair that fell to her shoulders, piercing eyes somewhere between hazel and brown, full lips, and carried herself with undeniable confidence.
She scrolled down, realizing this woman was going to be her boss, so it would probably be best to ignore how attractive she was.
Kate quickly skimmed through the biography portion. Yelena was only thirty-two, ten years older than Kate. She was one of the youngest and most successful attorneys right now.
A sudden pang of nervousness struck Kate’s stomach. What if she screwed up? What if Yelena expected a secretary with more experience? What if she didn’t like her?
Kate was sure that someone as ruthless as the Yelena Belova wouldn’t hesitate to fire her.
That was why Kate could hardly breathe when she was summoned to her boss’s office. She made her way down the long hallway, adorned with ornate wallpaper and framed paintings in intricate wooden frames.
She wondered what she had done for Yelena to fire her. What could have been the last straw?
Kate knew that she wasn’t going to become employee of the month anytime soon, but she was trying her best.
It wasn’t her fault she was late last Tuesday. She’d saved a stray dog from being hit by a taxi cab on her way to work. She’d been right there by the building’s entrance, but she’d brought the dog home and didn’t clock in until two hours later.
Kate wondered how she could be blamed for that. She had to take him home and she had to give him a bath because he was all dirty! Did she have to stop for a pizza break? Well, maybe not, but it was hard work wrestling a golden retriever in and out of a bathtub and she deserved a treat. Besides, her little snack break was how Lucky the Pizza Dog ended up getting his name.
Suddenly, a new thought sprang to Kate’s head.
How the hell am I going to afford dog food now?
She sighed as she rounded a corner. That couldn’t have been it right? She couldn’t have been fired for being a few hours late.
Then Kate remembered the printer ink incident from yesterday.
She had been trying to switch out the ink cartridges because she had to print a stack of reports for Yelena.
Darcy, Clint’s secretary, offered to help, but Kate was sure she could figure out a simple task by herself. But when Darcy walked away, Kate realized she had no idea where to start. Luckily, a little blinking light appeared on the panel she had to open.
Kate located the replacement cartridges, and all she had left to do was swap them out. Unfortunately, it was easier said than done.
Kate somehow lost her grip on the cartridge just as her boss was coming down the hall. The cartridge hit the wall a few inches from Yelena, shattering into a cloud of inky black dust.
All over Yelena.
And her white pantsuit.Well, formerly white pantsuit.
Kate had profusely apologized, dropping to her knees to pick up the scattered plastic remnants. Nonsensical words, hurried “sorries,” and constant “oh my gods” spilled from Kate’s mouth while Yelena stood with her arms crossed.
“That’s enough,” Yelena cut her off. “Clear my schedule for the next hour and postpone my two o’clock to three-thirty.”
“Y-yes, Ms. Belova. I’m so sorry—”
“Clear my schedule and we’ll call it even,” Yelena said without a trace of humor. She turned towards her office without waiting for Kate to respond.
Kate cringed at the memory as she reached Yelena’s office door.
She took a deep breath before raising her fist to knock.
“Come in,” Yelena said in her low raspy voice, wrapped in a sharp Russian accent.
Kate turned the knob and pushed the door open.
Yelena was seated in an exquisite leather chair behind her mahogany desk. She’d turned on the privacy screen so the glass walls were now frosted and impossible to see through.
Her hair was in its usual slicked back style. She wore a skirt suit today, a rich emerald color that made her eyes appear greener. A gold diamond-encrusted chain glittered around her neck, matching her rings and earrings.
“H-Hello,” Kate said.
Here she was, probably five minutes away from losing her job, and yet she couldn’t believe how irresistible her boss looked.
“Close the door,” Yelena said firmly.
Kate obeyed, her palms growing clammy.
“Sit down.”
Kate did so without hesitation, sinking into a leather chair across Yelena’s desk. Just as she sat, Yelena stood up.
Click. Click. Click.
Yelena’s stiletto heels echoed off the spotless tile floor, each step slow and deliberate. Kate found her eyes glued to the curve of Yelena’s legs as she stepped around the desk.
“Do you know why you’re here?” Yelena asked, her voice perfectly even.
Kate gulped, almost afraid to meet Yelena’s eyes. She looked up and nearly felt her knees grow weak at the intensity of Yelena’s gaze.
“I’m fired, aren’t I?” whispered Kate.
Yelena arched an eyebrow. “Why do you think that?”
“Well, I ordered one thousand binders instead of one hundred during my first week. I accidentally caught my lunch on fire in the breakroom two days ago, but that wasn’t really my fault,” Kate was speaking rapidly now, unable to stop herself. “Why is there a ‘pizza’ setting on the microwave if it shouldn’t be used on pizza? And I cracked the water gallon while I tried to refill it the other day, which kinda was my fault, but I cleaned up the mess. And there was the whole toner thing yesterday—”
Yelena held her hand up and Kate stopped.
“You know,” Yelena’s lip began to curl into a devious smirk. “You get so flustered around me.”
“I—I, what?” stammered Kate.
“You heard me.” Yelena leaned back against her desk, standing directly in front of Kate now. Her legs were parted just slightly so the hem of her skirt rolled half an inch up. “You think I don’t notice the way you look at me?”
Kate’s eyes widened and her face grew hot. Beads of sweat sprang to her hairline. She couldn’t deny she found her boss very attractive. But she’d tried her hardest not to show it.
“I’m so sorry. I-I apologize—”
Yelena cut in. “Did I ask you to apologize?”
“No, but—”
“What is it about me, Kate Bishop, that you like so much? Do I intimidate you?” Each word was dripping in arrogance. “Do you imagine being my needy little toy?”
Kate froze, speechless. There was no way this was happening. She had half a mind to pinch herself, certain that this was a nightmare. She would wake up in bed, her alarm ringing, Lucky slobbering all over her face as he tried to wake her up.
“Or…” Yelena continued, seemingly unfazed by the fact that Kate’s eyes were round in utter panic. She leaned forward until her mouth was beside Kate’s ear. She lowered her voice. “Or do you imagine me beneath you?”
Kate inhaled sharply, unable to stop herself. She could feel Yelena’s breath so close to her ear it tickled, arousal pooling in her abdomen without warning.
“Oh, so that’s it,” Yelena said. She leaned down over Kate, each hand gripping the armrest on either side of her. “You want to dominate me. Make me come undone.”
It wasn’t a question, which was good, because Kate wouldn’t have been able to answer anyway. She would never have admitted it out loud, but yes, she had fantasized about her boss since her first day on the job.
Yelena had been wearing a black pantsuit with a low-cut blouse under her blazer and dark lipstick. When Kate first caught sight of her, it was as if she had fallen under Yelena’s spell. She was so bold, so sure of herself, she radiated power and control. She was always put together, makeup perfectly applied, suits tailored to her exact measurements, never a hair out of place.
Kate couldn’t help but picture what it would be like to hear her precise words turn to unintelligible moans, to see her undressed completely without her professional attire protecting her like armor, to be the one that allowed Yelena to finally let go, to dissolve into uninhibited pleasure…
“I—” Kate faltered.
“You want to know so badly?” Yelena sank forward, straddling Kate’s lap, her skirt riding up some more. She leaned into Kate’s ear again. “Then find out for yourself.”
It was as if those words ignited a fire, a sudden desire within Kate’s chest.
Yelena Belova, the city’s most powerful lawyer, wanted Kate to take her right then and there. And who was Kate to resist?
Within a second, Kate secured her grip under Yelena’s thighs. Years of competitive archery came in handy when she was able to lift Yelena on top of her desk as if she were weightless.
Yelena balanced herself with her palms flat against the tabletop, Kate’s hands eagerly running over her clothed body.
One hand tangled in Yelena’s hair at the back of her neck, pulling just the slightest at the roots, guiding her to Kate’s lips.
Yelena released a sharp breath as the pull on her hair triggered a flood of arousal at her core, wetness pooling between her legs. Kate’s lips found hers, pulling her in a deep kiss. Kate ran her teeth along Yelena’s bottom lip, drawing a small gasp.
Kate’s other hand traced its way down the smooth fabric of her emerald blazer. She slipped it off Yelena’s shoulders, never breaking their intense kiss or loosening the grip on her hair.
Yelena released a soft moan as the blazer slid to the ground and Kate slid both hands under her white silk tank top, Kate’s hands were warm and inviting on her cold skin and she found herself arching to meet her touch.
Kate removed the tank top with another smooth motion, finally breaking away from their kiss. She leaned down, kissing along Yelena’s jaw and the curve of her neck, pressing deep kisses to her soft skin, while she reached behind her and unfastened the clasp of her bra.
Yelena groaned as Kate cast the lace fabric aside and took her breasts in both hands. Her thumbs soon found Yelena’s nipples. She started slowly and carefully with teasing touches before working each erect nipple, pinching and twisting.
A strangled moan somewhere between pain and pleasure escaped Yelena when Kate rolled one nipple tightly between her thumb and forefinger.
“Say the word and I’ll stop,” Kate hissed into her ear, still massaging both of Yelena’s breasts.
“Don’t… don’t stop,” Yelena managed. She could feel her wetness dripping even though Kate hadn’t taken off her skirt yet.
“Good,” Kate said, her eyes clouded with lust. “You asked for this. So you’re getting it.”
Yelena nodded frantically, her breath coming in short gasps. “This is what I wanted.”
“Then this is what you’ll get.”
“Mm-hmm,” Yelena’s eyes fell shut. Then they snapped back open, locking onto Kate’s. She grabbed Kate’s wrist, her hand still on her breast. “I need you inside me. Now.”
Kate smirked as she snatched her hand from Yelena’s grasp. “No. You wanted me to dominate you. I’m the boss now.”
Yelena’s mouth slowly parted, whether in shock or arousal, she wasn’t sure.
But it didn’t matter because one thing was certain. Kate was going to show her who’s boss.
Kate took a step back, drinking in the sight of Yelena before her. Such a dominant, successful woman. She was feared and revered by everyone at the firm. She wasn’t friendly or inviting like Natasha and Clint.
No, Yelena Belova was far more reserved. She was strictly business. Tasks were to be completed. Instructions were to be followed. Deadlines were deadlines. There were no excuses, no second chances. If you screwed up, you were screwed.
That’s why Kate had thought she was done for following yesterday’s toner incident.
Kate had heard talk in the break room about Yelena once. Darcy and Maria, Natasha’s secretary, had been talking about why Yelena was so uptight. They theorized that it was because she had been made partner two years ago, so early at the age of thirty. That in itself would have been a great accomplishment. But it was also known that Yelena Belova was Natasha Romanoff’s younger sister.
Darcy and Maria were pretty certain that Yelena had to be desperate to prove herself. To prove that she earned and deserved her position of her own merit, rather than that of her sister.
And prove herself, she had.
No one could deny that Yelena was now the most well-known and successful of the firm’s partners. Since Yelena’s victory at the highly-publicized Stark vs. the City of New York case she’d been interviewed on tv and radio talk shows. She had a memoir in the works and there were even rumors of a mini-series based on her case coming soon.
But now, Kate was in charge.
She savored her view of Yelena’s breasts laid bare, her skirt, stockings, and stiletto heels still intact.
“All right, I think you’ve waited enough,” Kate said, reaching for the zipper on the side of Yelena’s tight skirt.
She slowly dragged it down and Yelena clenched with anticipation, a needy whimper falling from her lips.
Finally, Kate pulled her skirt all the way off, leaving Yelena with sheer black stockings over a pair of lacy black panties.
Kate’s eyes slowly fell to Yelena’s throbbing center. She briefly looked back up at Yelena before dipping two fingers in her most sensitive area.
Yelena gasped aloud at the touch, her body craving, demanding, more.
But Kate abruptly pulled away, a string of wetness attaching to her fingers. She brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean.
Yelena stared at her, a new wave of arousal flooding out of her.
“Mm,” murmured Kate. “You taste so good and you’re so wet already. I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already leaking through your panties.”
Yelena could only manage a desperate nod in response.
“Someone’s excited,” teased Kate.
She took a step back, her eyes glued to the glistening arousal that had gathered between Yelena’s legs. She pulled one of Yelena’s stilettos off and tossed it behind her without second thought. Yelena hardly had time to process the sound as it clattered against the floor, before one was also removed.
Yelena’s breath grew shallow with anticipation when Kate slipped a slow finger beneath the elastic band of her sheer black pantyhose.
“I can already imagine how beautiful you’ll look when I can see all of you,” Kate said.
She took hold of both sides of the pantyhose’s elastic and slipped it down with one fluid motion, leaving Yelena clad in only lace panties.
Yelena trembled as Kate’s warm fingers began toying with her panties. She actually trembled, thighs shaking with desire.
“So impatient,” Kate said, arching an eyebrow. “Lucky for you, I can’t wait to taste you.”
Before Yelena could respond, Kate had snatched her panties off. Yelena gasped as the air hit her exposed clit.
“Oh, you are soaked,” Kate said smugly.
Without warning, Kate lifted Yelena from the desk and set her down in her leather chair. Arousal dripped from Yelena’s pussy to the seat.
Kate straddled her, still fully clothed in her dark purple polo and black slacks. She set her own pulsing core against Yelena’s thigh, groaning involuntarily as the pressure settled against her throbbing clit.
In a moment of defiance, Yelena sat up and leaned towards Kate’s ear. “I can feel how wet you are even through your pants.”
Kate couldn’t deny her arousal, but right now, she was in charge.
“Oh, yeah?” Kate began grinding against Yelena’s thigh, feeling her own wetness grow. “You think it’s funny, teasing me? You think you’re still the boss, Ms. Belova?” Her tone was mocking. “Not now, not here.”
Yelena only nodded, her breath catching in her chest.
“You don’t touch me. You don’t touch yourself. You don’t come. You only watch. Do you understand?”
Yelena whined, “It’s not fair—”
“Did I ask?”
Kate continued grinding, savoring the sight of Yelena beneath her, breasts trembling, jaw clenched in an effort not to react.
It wasn’t long before Kate felt her orgasm building. She rocked faster into Yelena’s thigh, chasing her climax until it came crashing down on top of her.
Kate cried out, a strangled moan escaping. Her fingers dug into Yelena’s hips when she came, her eyes squeezing shut.
Yelena didn’t blink, unable to take her eyes off Kate for even a second. Her desperation grew as she watched Kate surrender to her pleasure.
“So good for me,” Kate panted as she came down.
Yelena felt wetness leaking out of her soaking cunt as Kate regained control and took a firm grip on her hair.
“Oh!” Yelena moaned as two fingers plunged into her without resistance.
Kate moved rhythmically in and out, fingers curling just right to stimulate the most sensitive area of Yelena’s front wall.
She twisted a fistful of blonde hair around her hand, drawing a high-pitched whimper from Yelena.
“Oh, fuck!” she wailed as Kate continued with relentless speed and precision.
Kate let go of Yelena’s hair, bringing her fingers to circle her swollen clit instead. She crouched down on her knees, using one hand to keep Yelena’s legs apart. Her tongue immediately replaced her fingers, maintaining stimulation on her clit.
Suddenly, Kate added a third finger. Tears of sheer pleasure sprang to Yelena’s eyes as she was overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness.
“Oh, yes,” she groaned as Kate suddenly sucked on her clit.
Yelena’s walls began to clench as Kate tirelessly worked her clit, still filling her with three fingers.
Kate moaned when she felt Yelena tighten around her.
The feeling of Kate’s moan against her clit was too much for Yelena. She released a deep, guttural groan as an orgasm took over her body. She twitched as Kate pulled away from her clit, but continued pounding into her.
Kate used her free hand to pull Yelena closer, her fingers gripping Yelena’s hair. She pulled her into a kiss, Yelena still shaking, coming down from her climax.
But Kate didn’t stop. Her kiss turned hungry once more, teeth grazing swollen, tender lips. Her grip on Yelena’s hair was overstimulating, triggering a new flood of arousal.
“Y-you’re going to make me c-come again,” Yelena whimpered through ragged breaths.
Kate’s eyes locked onto hers. She curled her fingers and thrust into Yelena. Between gritted teeth, Kate said, “Then come.”
“Fuck!” Yelena shrieked, sobbing as her body automatically obeyed. Her eyes clamped shut, her body arching upwards away from the chair. Her orgasm was shorter this time, but ten times sharper. It seemed as if every single one of her nerves was on fire, coiling tightly and then bursting with pleasure all at once.
Yelena’s slick come coated Kate’s fingers, but she didn’t stop. She kept Yelena pinned beneath her as she maintained her brutal rhythm. Yelena’s broken moans punctuated each thrust. “Oh, oh, oh, fuck!”
Kate suddenly sank her teeth into the spot where Yelena’s neck met her shoulder. She sucked a hickey into her skin, only pulling back once her mark was visible.
“Mm, you’re so beautiful when you fall apart. I bet no one’s ever made you feel like this before.”
“N-no… one,” Yelena managed, tears glistening on her flushed cheeks. “No one has ever made me feel as good as you.”
“Then you’re mine,” Kate said.
“Y-yours,” Yelena said, another orgasm rapidly building.
“Mine,” Kate said with renewed fervor. She continued pounding Yelena’s pussy, breathing heavily against her neck.
“Yours,” Yelena echoed.
“You don’t have to be in control,” Kate murmured, her voice softer now. “Not with me.”
Yelena released a broken sound as the last of her restraint dissolved.
“Let go.”
The words alone were enough to send her over the edge.
Yelena cried out, her head falling back against the leather, her body arching as the sensation overtook her. Tears slipped free, tracking down her temples as she shook, completely undone.
And then nothing.
When Yelena opened her eyes, she wondered how long she had been out for. Long enough for Kate to carry her to the leather sofa on the other side of her office, she soon realized. Kate shifted slightly, pulling Yelena protectively against her chest.
“Wow, that was… that was…”
Kate only grinned as Yelena stammered.
“...wow!” was all Yelena was able to say.
Kate reached over and wiped the tear tracks from Yelena’s face, gently resting her palm against her cheek.
“You did so well for me,” Kate said gently.
For the first time, Yelena sounded shy when she said, “Thank you.”
“So… since I just topped you…” Kate began, unable to suppress her giggles. “Does that make me above the law?”
Yelena scoffed, but she chuckled anyway. “I could still fire you, you know.”
“But you won’t.”
“I won’t. For now. You proved yourself to be an indispensable asset to this law firm.”
Kate laughed and Yelena leaned up to press a kiss to her lips.
