thinking about pussydrunk ceo!natasha. she’s your boss, for fuck sake she’s the one who made the mistake of hiring someone she was attracted to. it’s obvious from the moment the two of you lay eyes on each other, there’s something bubbling beneath you two. she’s always been the assertive type, but that’s what happens when you run things. you have to make the right decisions, the tough calls, fire the ones that just don’t make the cut. you’d been on her chopping block, a long list of layoffs to be made and yours in bold, along with the others but the overly stubborn, red-haired, business woman couldn’t stick to the guns she’d been given.
not like the many men who worked under, all of this, her company that she started, every single effort was made by her. five years of missing holidays, her best friend’s birthday, the big moments she wished she could be a part of being the people she did have in her life was the only family she knew, until her company found it’s footing.
yet, when it comes to firing you, she can’t do it.
the entire staff at the annual ski trip, snowed in the lodge rented out for all personnel yet here she was tearing you apart body from soul, her nimble fingers thrusting in your warm and inviting cunt. what she said last time, would be the last but it was a bold, blatant lie — the both of you knew, accepting her words for what it was, a person yearning to achieve the moral and just action but never quite achieving it. natasha romanoff has traded with the devil, atoning for her sins at a later moment, firmly finding fallen grace as she lapped and fucked your slick in and out of you.
both of your bodies slippery wet, her toned and firm muscles in her forearms hard at work as the pearly white tile in the shower gave her knees a slight bruise, not that she really minds. a temporary marking on her body, tortuous as it reminds her of the one thing she hates to admit to herself….she’s too weak to give up these moments with you. she wears she sees god and all the constellations placed in the midnight sky when you cum for her.
you’re holding back, that much is clear, your grip on her hair tightens, pulling at the wet strands as the waterfalls on her perfect ass, the one you love so intensely. last night, she let you fuck her for the first time in this nine month arrangement, it’s more than you had bargained for, but fuck hearing her sing for you. delicious chants of your name spilling from her perfectly plump, heart shaped lips as you plowed her like she was a farmer’s daughter, your strap flirting with her cervix as she sunk into the bed. she took every bit of it, demanding for more and you weren’t one to argue, not when slight murmurs of mommy fell from her sinful tongue.
“this is what you wanted, right?” with greed in her eyes, she sucks your clit in your mouth, suckling on the bundle of nerves. practically living in her mouth, she spells her name out with her tongue, her fingers at a rapid pace as you grind against her face.
“nat—” involuntarily, you whine. your natural brat behavior comes boiling to the surface. her blunt fingernails claw at your abdomen as her hips grind against the hair. the louder you get the more needs she becomes for release.
at the very least, she needs to bring you to one. deep in her bones, natasha’s sure she needs your cum painting her face like you were made to do.
“that’s daddy to you, fucking brat.” she slips a third finger into your weeping cunt, your tits bounce as you ride erratically, pretending it was the nine inch strap, the baby blue plastic cock that fades into pink, filling you up.
“daddy, thought you said you didn’t want this pussy again?” natasha almost doesn’t catch it, to pussy sucking your slit back in her mouth when she’s not barking orders at you. it’s what you fucking deserve, her cruelty, fondling her breasts in the kitchen when anyone one of her employees could have walked in. devastatingly, there wasn’t one plea to stop you. she let you touch her, slowly unbutton the white crispy button up as you sucked on her nipple, your teeth grazing the sensitive pierced flesh, tongue circling the pebbled bud before moving on to the next. intentionally, your free hand squeezing the one not being used. there was nothing in the world you love less than her tits.
for just a moment, you thought about how full they must have been when she had her daughter, lactating onto her shirt. fuck, you’d suck every last drop if she would have let you, but back then you were just some bright-eyed assistant pining after a married woman. now, you’re getting fucked by her, post separation from her wife. the woman whose lack of sex drive killed their relationship, along with the cheating natasha later found out about, so she did the one thing that knew would piss off her now ex-wife.
fucked the assistant she always knew that pissed her off to no end.
was it really your fault? secretly, she took pride in blaming you for the situation at hand. you had the perfect tits, the supple ass she could spend hours fucking her tongue with, the pussy she would fuck into your folds were puffy and whiny, the clit she would rub and pinch until she saw those pretty eyes roll back. as if it were fate in the stars, or just the fact she loves fucking you, natasha would make it happen more often than not.
she told herself it would just be a one time thing but then she tasted your pussy, sending her into an insatiable frenzy. the first time she heard you moan, hands gripping her desk tightly as she spanked your ass with every thrust of her hips, her cock hitting you with such a brute force, you didn’t even know it was capable. natasha didn’t even know she liked being called daddy until she heard it from you, now she needs it like a fucking fix. if she doesn’t get it, she become irritable, yelling at any and every staff member, hounding them to send you to the office to your office, m’gonna to ream her fucking ass, but little did anyone else know she meant it in a literal sense.
“mhm, i think someone is ready to be good for daddy. so fucking close, aren’t you slut? c’mon yeah? think you can be extra good and cum on my tits? i’ll let you clean it up with your tongue, yeah?” her sinful, deprived, fucking hot words make your body slump against the shower door, your pussy squirting instantaneously as she purposely buts a bounce to her movements, perfect breasts taunting you as she nudges your puckered hole with her pinky, rimming some of your slick with it.
natasha peaks up through her eyelashes, hooded eyes drunk on the sweet taste of your cunt, watching as you crumble into yourself. your hips bucking, even convulsing as you paint her face, her throat, and more gloriously even your tits. even more so, you’re thankful the water from the shower head is cascading down her tattooed spine, wanting the privilege of cleaning it up herself.
the older woman is unrelenting as her fingers rub over your clit at a rapid rate, your cunt unwillingly to stop as your cum coats her in it.
“good fucking girl, oh fuck, so good for me. soak daddy’s tits, yeah?” you whimper out her name, another cry of pleasure is released when she fucked your cum back into you. reminding you of just how violently she can make your orgasms be.
quickly you muster as much strength as you come down from your high, pinning her against the glass door, licking and sucking at her full breasts. you spend even more time sucking on them than you did before. pushing them together as you suffocate yourself motor-boating the most perfect pair of tits in the world as natasha moans and slightly giggles as you do so. natasha throws her head against the glass as your skilled tongue flicks over her sensitive nipples, pulling at the barbell, pushing it back and forth as you suck it back into your mouth, releasing with an obnoxious pop before moving to the next.
“m’gonna cum if you don’t stop.” you’re surprised from the confession but you move past it before gently whispering in her ear after you’ve licked every last bit of your cum off of her. “can’t have that now can we? not when i know you’re dying to have my cock inside you, again.”
natasha lets you fuck her on the bed, then against the dresser as she sits on the top holding her knees to her chest as you piston fuck her into another dimension, and when the two of you are finally spent for the night, she wonders why she thought she wanted to get out of this. if she has to pay for your salary herself so be it, the last thing she has on her mind as she falls asleep holding you is if she’s going to fire you.
Warnings: Bad work environment, and a slightly suggestive ending.
A/n: A special thank you to @catasha for helping me with the direction of this fic 💗
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Whoever made it so that you would be in charge of getting the staff coffee before the Monday morning meeting with the big bosses, was currently your worst enemy. The line at the coffee shop was long, and moving slowly. You were looking at your watch every five seconds, knowing that you were going to be screwed if you were late to the meeting.
Finally it was your turn, “Hi, sorry, I have a big order.” The barista shrugs, “I’ll be here all day anyways, what can I get for you?” You read out all the orders from the note in your phone, and she starts working on them right away. You thank her and with five minutes on the clock, you exit the coffee shop, two trays filled with coffee cups in your hands.
Out of nowhere someone's body runs into your side, it takes all of your focus to keep the coffees in your hand from spilling. You manage to successfully keep the eight cups upright without spilling a drop, however that couldn’t be said about the person that ran into you. Their coffee dripped from your shoulder down the sleeve of your blazer. The thickness of the blazer luckily prevents the hot liquid from touching your skin.
You look up to apologize to the stranger. You hadn’t seen them coming, so it might have been your fault, despite the fact that you were the one covered in the spilled coffee. “Watch where you’re going.” He nearly shouts your way before rushing off, the now empty cup thrown on the floor. You shake your head at the angry stranger, as you look around for somewhere to place your trays.
“Here, let me help.” The voice is coming from behind you. A woman approaches you with napkins in her hand, she must have seen what happened. She takes the trays from your hands, and gives you the napkins in exchange. “Thank you.” You smile at the stranger, her kindness a stark contrast to that of your previous stranger encounter. “Which direction are you headed in?” She asks as you throw away the napkins, and the empty cup that the man had dropped, into a nearby trash can. “The offices in that direction.” You point in the direction of your office building. “Oh, me too. Can I walk with you?” The woman intrigued you, so you told her, “Yes, of course, I am kind of in a rush though.” She smiles and hands you back only one of the trays, carrying the other one for you. “All good, we can talk on the way.”
The walk was short, you hoped to spend more time with the beautiful stranger, but you also knew that if you were going to be any later than you already were, you would most likely get fired. You arrive in front of your office building, seeing your reflection in the glass makes you sigh loudly, “My boss is going to actually kill me.” Without a second thought the woman places down the tray she was holding on the steps to the building. “Take my jacket.” She was already taking off the jacket before you could decline her offer. Just as you put on her jacket, you’re buzzed into the building. “I’m sorry, I have to head in right away. Thank you so much, and it was really nice to meet you…” - “Natasha.” She fills in. “Y/n.” You say with a smile before rushing in with the two trays of coffee.
You rush up the stairs, careful not to spill the coffee, as you quickly make your way to the meeting room. The meeting had already started when you walked in. All eyes were on you, “I’m sorry there was a long line.” Your boss sends you a stern look, “Don’t let this happen again.” You nod, and take your place amongst your coworkers.
It wasn’t until your lunch break, that you realized you had no way to give Natasha back her jacket. Besides knowing her first name, and that she worked in the same general direction, you didn’t know much about her. You sit down at your desk for the first time this morning, opening up your laptop to start working on one of the cases you were assisting on.
When you felt like you had gotten a lot of work done, you decided to take a short break, stretch your legs and get a snack. You pocket your wallet and phone, and decide to take a small stroll around the building. The weather was nice out, so it was nice that you were able to take a moment to enjoy it. At the small corner store down the block, you head in and grab a few snacks. As you take out your wallet something falls out of your pocket, you reach down to grab it realizing it’s a business card holder. You pocket it quickly so you can pay, and not hold up the line.
Once you’re outside, you take the business card holder out of the pockets again, hoping that it would maybe give you a clue as to where to find Natasha. The case was engraved with the letters NR, you open the case and pull out one of the cards. You freeze when you read the card.
Natasha RomanoffCEO, Romanoff Resolute Law
The woman that helped you was the CEO of one of the biggest competitors of the law firm you work at. She had walked you to your office, so she definitely knew you worked for the competitor as well. So, you decide to call the number at the bottom of the card nonetheless.
“Romanoff Resolute Law, this is Laura speaking, how may I help you today?” You pocket the business cards again, and continue your walk back to your office. “Hi Laura, I’m y/n, is there any way you can transfer me to Natasha? I have some items that I need to return to her.” Laura asks to put you on hold for one moment. You’re almost back at your office when she gets back to you. “Thank you for holding, I’m transferring you now. Have a good day.” You thank her and wish her a good day as well. “Hi y/n, glad to hear that your boss hasn’t killed you.” Natasha jokes on the other side of the phone. You laugh, “Yeah, you’re a total lifesaver, thank you. So, since I was in such a rush this morning, I totally forgot to ask for a way to return your jacket. Luckily I found your business cards in your jacket pocket. So, yeah, I was wondering how I could give you your jacket back.” Natasha smiles at the idea of your face when you saw where she worked. “Well, I’m really glad you found a way to contact me. Would you be down for dinner tonight?” Your heart started beating faster at the thought of having dinner with the beautiful woman. “I don’t usually go out for dinner with the competition but I guess I could make an exception for you.” You joke back with her. “Great, well let me give you my personal number so you can text me when you’re done, and I will pick you up at your office.”
When you were nearing the end of your workday, you were excited to meet up with Natasha. The woman intrigued you, and no matter if this dinner was just a dinner or a date, you knew that you wanted to get to know her better. You were about to text her when someone knocked on your door, “I need you to go over this case, and have it on my desk by tomorrow morning at 9am, with your notes, and possible strategies to take.” You grunt when your boss is out of the door again before you can even object. Not that objecting would help, you had tried many times, saying that it was unreasonable to let you stay late to do the work.
Y/n: Hey Natasha, I have to stay later to finish up some work. Maybe we can reschedule?
Natasha: Hi, not a problem at all, I still have some work to do as well. Text me when you’re done and we can see if we can still grab a bite then?
Y/n: Sounds good, I’ll let you know.
An hour and a half later, you have finally finished all the notes on the case and had two different strategies prepared. You shoot Natasha a quick text to see if she’s still down, and you get an answer almost immediately, telling you that she will meet you in front of your office in ten minutes.
“I know a great place around the corner, want to go there?” She asks after you have greeted each other. “Honestly, I’m starving, so I’m down for anything.” Natasha guides you to the restaurant, it wasn’t anything like you were expecting in this part of town, but you loved it. The restaurant had a homey, and warm feeling. One of the waitresses heads in your direction, “Hey Natasha, it’s good to have you back. Table for two tonight?” Natasha smiles in her direction, “Yes please.” The woman leads you to a table near the window and hands you both a menu. “Thank you, Morgan.”
“So, on a first name basis with the staff, that’s impressive.” You start the conversation back up. “Yeah, I’ve spent quite some long nights at the office here for a quick bite. They have the best food around, in my opinion.” She points out her favorite menu items, and you decide to go for one of them. The two of you order, and fall into conversation easily.
Natasha is the first to ask you about your work. “So, what kind of work do you do for the firm?” You set your glass back down before you answer. “I’m an associate attorney.” Her brows furrow, “What is an associate attorney doing getting coffee for the office?” You shrug, “The secretary quit a week ago, and they haven’t found a replacement yet. Somehow I was assigned to pick up those tasks.” Natasha shakes her head, “That’s horrible, you have your own work to do. They can’t expect you to pick up the secretaries' work as well.” It was nice to finally hear someone being on your side. “Yeah, I’ve been telling them that too but they just won’t listen. Honestly, I get so frustrated by them. I’m working my ass off, even performing tasks outside of my job description, and still I’m the only one not getting promoted.” Natasha listens to you rant about your frustrations, having started out in smaller first herself, she recognized the behavior you were talking about all too well. “Come work for me.”
You freeze at her words. “What?” Maybe you hadn’t heard her correctly. “I mean it, you deserve a better work environment. I’ve been where you’re at, sexist bosses, and all. I believe that I have created a better environment over the years, and we’re always looking for passionate and hard working people. Come work for me.” You cannot believe that she is actually offering you a job right now. “You’re actually being serious?” You ask, still a bit weary. “I am. I would hire you on the spot but I don’t have the right paperwork with me.” She sends you a cheeky smile. You laugh, “I cannot believe a spilled coffee led to a job offer at one of the top law firms in the city.”
“You’re interested then?” Natasha asks after thanking Morgan for bringing out the food. “Yes, yes I am.” You confirm. “I know today has been a long day but if you want I can give you a tour of the office, see if you’d actually like it, and talk about what we can offer if you decide to sign.” You agree to the offer. But first you enjoy the delicious food, and get to know Natasha better.
At Romanoff Resolute Law Natasha shows you around the office space, while she tells you a bit about the people that work there. You can instantly tell that she knows these employees as people, and not just as people that work for her, and it gives you a good feeling. “So, that’s it.” She says as the two of you enter her office once more. “Great, so where do I sign.” Natasha laughs, “Don’t you want to hear about salary, and benefits before you sign?” She jokes back. Natasha told you that she could offer you a position as an associate attorney for the time being, with a higher income that you were currently getting, just to get to know the company a bit more, and that if things went well you would be promoted to senior associate attorney in no time. She had listed all the benefits, and honestly it was an offer that you simply couldn’t refuse, even if you were wanting too, which wasn’t the case.
“There’s one more thing.” Natasha says, once she has written down everything you had just discussed. “I hope that you coming to work for me, doesn’t mean that I can’t ask you on a second date because I would really like to take you on a second date.” You smile at the way she has worded her sentence. “I would really like a second date as well.”
Four months later, you are thoroughly enjoying working for Romanoff Resolute Law, the work environment was great. Everyone looked out for one another, and you all worked together to get extra work done instead of piling it on the desk of one person. Things with Natasha had been going good as well, after a couple of dates she had asked you to be her girlfriend. Your work environment was so great, that the rest of the employees were simply happy for the both of you. None of the employees assumed you were going to get better treatment since you were in a relationship with your boss, which showed how good of a boss Natasha was to all of them, giving her employees the confidence that they were always treated fairly.
Laura walked up to your desk, “Natasha wants to see you in her office once you have a moment.” You smile and thank her for letting you know. A little over five minutes later you knock on Natasha’s door. “Y/n, hi, come in.” She smiles and points at one of the chairs for you to take a seat in. You and Natasha had always kept a professional relationship on the workfloor, both agreeing that that was the healthiest way for both your relationship and the company. “I know we’ve already spoken about it in private, but for legal reasons, I want to ask you in a professional setting as well. How are you enjoying your time here?” You tell her that you have loved working for the company, and about how you had found your love for the job again. Natasha listens to you with a smile on her face, so happy that she was able to provide you with a healthy working environment.
“That’s very good to hear. I want to let you know that we are very happy with your work as well. You’ve shown great progress with the clients and your knowledge of the company, therefore I would like to officially offer you the senior associate attorney position.” Your jaw dropped, of course Natasha had mentioned that if things went well, the promotion would be a possibility, but you had not expected it to be so soon. “Thank you so much, you don’t know how much this means to me.” Natasha nods knowingly, “I’ll have Laura bring you the papers later today. Congratulations, y/n, I know you will continue to make me, and the company, very proud.”
You stand up, feeling like you’re on cloud nine, you are finally able to accomplish your career goal of climbing up the corporate ladder. Before you open the door to leave Natasha’s office, she comes to stand by your side. “Let’s celebrate tonight, I want to show you just how proud I am of you.” She whispers into your ear, her voice low and lustfull. Her words leave you flustered, as she opens her office door to send you on your merry way.
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A/n: This is the 6th and FINAL part of a Natasha Romanoff mini-series y’all and this mini-series is absolutely inspired by a book called The Stripper (camren) on Wattpad, iykyk.
Genre: ♞ Comfort/Hurt | ♤ Angst |
Warnings: None, I think? If there is please let me know!
Pairing: CEO!Natasha x Secretary!Reader
Summary: Y/n Y/l/n was hired to be Natasha Romanoff’s new secretary.
Words: 1,755
Part 5
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"Are you dumb or are you dumb? Why the hell would you do that?" Kate exclaimed getting up from her vanity and slapping Y/n on the arm.
"It was the heat of the moment! I caved in!" Y/n yells panicking as she paces back and forth.
"Okay okay, well you still had your mask on right? It's not like you're going around the office kissing her so I'm sure she wouldn't know." Kate says in an attempt to calm her best friend down.
"I called her, Ms. Romanoff." Y/n deadpans.
"Oh, you're really trying to die, huh?"
"Kate! Help me!" Y/n groans running her hand through her face.
"You're playing with fire, Y/n. I don't know how to help you." Kate says a little calmer.
"How was I supposed to know that she was going to turn out to be my boss? Or how about the fact that I never thought she'd come back here? When I saw her last week, I thought that was a one-time thing." Y/n groans as she sits herself down on her chair.
"I'm surprised you even allowed her to come to VIP with you the first time she tried since you don't do VIP services."
"There was just something about her, the way she watched me dance was different than any horny fucker out there. So it caught my interest and now here we are," Y/n was about to continue her rambling but Kate stops her with her eyes going wide.
"Oh my god! Don't tell me you're catching feelings for her!" Kate looks straight into Y/n's eyes through the vanity mirror.
Y/n's lack of response was a good enough answer for her best friend, "Oh dear god, Y/n you know that can't happen."
"I know, I know, I know." Y/n shakes her head with a loud sigh. "By the way, your other best friend is out there too."
"Yelena?" A small smirk forms on Y/n's face as she nods in return. "Oh we're going to get fired tomorrow," Kate says throwing her hands in the air in frustration.
"You'll be fine, just don't be dumb like me," Y/n pats her back making her roll her eyes. "Yeah, obviously, I'm too smart for that." Y/n scoffs at Kate's comment.
Y/n starts packing her belongings after she gets into her sweats and hoodie for the night. Y/n was asked to come in on Tuesday nights to do a single solo show instead of doing a full shift like she does other days of the week. Y/n is 'Scarlet Bridge' top moneymaker and that's why the house mom of the club practically begged her to come in to at least do a solo show on Tuesdays. Kate wasn't scheduled to come in today but she decided her best friend needed her for moral support and she's too good of a friend to not deliver.
"Alright, I'm ready," the two best friends go to their house mom for Y/n's payout and they immediately leave after.
The next day Y/n arrives at the office at 6 am dressed in straight high-waisted white pants with a silk creme button-up tucked in, black stilettos, pinned straight hair, and to finish off her signature red lips. She takes a quick glance in Natasha's office to see her boss was already there, she quickly grabs everything she needed and knocks on the redhead's door.
"Come in, Ms. Y/l/n." The redhead prompts her before looking up, "good morning," she added.
Y/n walks over to the couch where Natasha was already sitting with her laptop, "good morning, Ms. Romanoff. I hope you weren't waiting for too long."
"Oh no, I just got here as well," Natasha says and Y/n notices that the redhead hasn't made her coffee therefore she walks over to the coffee maker. "Coffee, Ms. Romanoff?"
Natasha feels a shiver run up her spine hearing what Y/n called her, the events of the night before with Ivy still fresh in her mind. "Ms. Romanoff?" Y/n tries again when she didn't receive an answer.
"Uh, yes please," Natasha stutters out and whispers a quiet 'thanks' as she shakes her head to push the memories aside. The redhead looks up at Y/n watching her make coffee for the two of them and immediately her mind compares her secretary to her dancer.
She lets her eyes wander down to her secretary's bum and notice the very close similarity of the volume to her dancer's. She then compares how Y/n's hair length was the same as Ivy's and another wave of shivers were sent down her spine when she realizes that the two women in her head had the exact same hair colour.
When Y/n turns around Natasha's green eyes snap straight to the red lipstick that was perfectly painted on her secretary's plump lips. The redhead couldn't help but think straight back to Ivy's red lips that she always wore at every performance, especially last night's.
She was snapped out of her thoughts once Y/n places their mugs on the coffee table with the sound of her clearing her throat. Y/n on the other hand has felt her bosses' intense eyes on her while she was making the coffee and to say she was nervous was an understatement.
This is it, I'm getting fired today, she thought. Although her nerves were through the roof, she channelled her inner Ivy to exert some confidence.
Both women hadn't exchanged words that weren't in regard to their work until it was time for their meeting, one reason being their tight deadline and the other being their thoughts of each other.
The meeting came and it had dragged on throughout the morning, leaving no room for anything but their work.
It was well after lunchtime when Y/n heard furious steps hurrying towards her desks' direction. Her eyes widen as she looks up seeing a furious Carol Danvers looking back at her. Y/n gets up quickly sending her chair flying back, she gulps as Carol gets closer but her eyes widen even more when the blonde passes towards her to Natasha's door.
"Ms. Romanoff is currently busy-" Y/n's attempt on stopping Carol was a waste of time as the blonde barges into the redhead's office.
Y/n hurries behind Carol to apologize to her boss, "I tried stopping her Ms.-"
"You shut up," Carol growls pointing her finger at the secretary halting Y/n's actions.
"Excuse me? Who do you think you are?" Natasha furiously gets up from her seat. "You do not speak that way to Ms. Y/l/n," the redhead protectively says.
"Oh because you're fucking her? Is that it?" Carol accusingly shoots at Natasha.
Y/n immediately shuts the door behind her, not wanting the entire floor to hear the commotion. "Not that it's any of your business but I am not fucking her."
"Oh yeah?" Carol moves closer to the redhead, "Is that why you ruined my damn company! What did that whore tell you that got you making calls to ruin my life, huh?"
Y/n looks between the blonde and the redhead in shock, only finding out this information on the spot. "I would watch your mouth if I were you, Ms. Danvers. Ms. Y/l/n did not have to tell me anything for me to find out just how horrible you are. And as for your accusation of me ruining your company, I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Don't fucking lie to me! One of Bucky's men folded and told me the truth, you should know by now how ruthless I could be if I wanted something." Y/n swallows and uncomfortably fidgets on her spot at her ex-fiance's words.
"Are you here to threaten me? Because you're lucky you aren't sitting behind bars at the moment." Natasha chastises Carol who only scoffs in return.
"I'm here to ruin the woman who ruined my life," the redhead was ready for whatever Carol was about to throw at her but she was appalled to see Carol turn to Y/n.
"You planned this didn't you?" Carol walks closer to Y/n who finds herself taking a step back in fear.
"Danvers, you need to leave," Natasha commands her as she goes around her table and cautiously takes calculated steps toward the blonde.
"I told you I was coming back for you," Carol growls at Y/n, yanking the younger woman by gripping her arm tightly.
Carol speeds walk towards Natasha dragging Y/n along with her, "tell her who you are. Tell your boss what you really do outside of here and I'll watch as she buries you under the fucking ground."
Y/n's eyes shoot down to the floor, tears threatening to spill past the rim of her eyes, "tell her god damn it!" Carol yells tightening her grip on Y/n's arm.
"If you're referring to Ms. Y/l/n being a stripper outside of here, then I already knew."
Y/n shoots a terrified but puzzled look at Natasha who only seemed calm and collected. Carol shoves Y/n towards Natasha who only catches her and protectively pushes her behind her back, putting herself between Y/n and Carol.
"This is golden, you're sleeping with a stripper who you hired as a secretary. You really are sleeping your way to the top, huh Y/n?" Carol laughs dryly in disbelief.
"Leave." Natasha sends her deathly glare.
"The world will find out about this and the great Natasha Romanoff will burn to the fucking ground and that's not a threat, that's a fucking promise."
"I'd like to see you try." Natasha challenges and she watches as Carol Danvers once again leaves her office defeated.
Nobody says anything for a couple of minutes and Y/n takes a few steps back, creating an appropriate distance between her and her boss. She still couldn't wrap her head around the fact that Natasha knew about her, for how long did she know? She asks herself.
Natasha turns to face her but Y/n kept her head down, too embarrassed more than anything. The redhead walks up to her and grabs her face with a grip not too strong but not too soft either. The Russian forces Y/n to face her who couldn't deny the arousal growing within her.
"On your knees. Now."
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Thank you for coming along this journey with me, my friends. I am entertaining the idea of turning this story into a book. Please let me know if that’s something you’d be into. Thank you!
my bisexual ass needs more buckynat x reader fics so if i write some russian mafia!buckynat x reader or ceo!buckynat x reader would anyone be interested?
I just remembered a fanfic I read a while ago and I remember that in this fanfic (it was a series with at least 3 chapters) Natasha was y/n's stepmother, and y/n was very innocent, so when y/n's mother travels for work, y/n helps Natasha with sex. But I don't remember the name and I can't find the fanfic, help me please 😭😭 (Natasha is g!p)
