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TW:///// Guns
"Don't go, it's Saturday," I pull on Natashas arm as she tries to leave for work.
"I have a really important meeting, I can't miss it." She laughs.
I let go of her and jumped back on the bed face down.
I hear her keys jingle closer, she slaps my butt and bends down to kiss my head.
"I'll be back soon," she says walking out of the door.
After what felt like an hour but was actually 10 minutes, I decided to get up and shower.
I change into a pair of silk satin Pajama shorts and a large Georgetown crewneck. I spray some of Natasha's perfume on me just to remind me of her and get back into bed.
The sweet smell of sandalwood and vanilla bring flashbacks of her touching herself.
I pull my shorts down, I neglected to wear any underwear.
I shut my eyes to picture her hands touching herself, how she tasted, and how her moans sounded.
"Natasha," I moan. I open my eyes to look down at myself and get startled by a figure at the door.
"What the fuck" I struggle to cover myself. "What are you doing here?"
"I texted," she states plainly.
I grab my phone to confirm.
Wanda: I'll come by later, I need a favor.
"Who let you in?" I ask a bit embarrassed.
"Your agents," she says in a duh tone. "Isn't your girlfriend supposed to do that for you?"
"What do you want Wanda?"
"I need you to come with me, and dress nice. I'll let you finish if you need to" she smirks.
I take off the crewneck and stand in front of her naked. She doesn't dare look down at my body and just looks into my eyes.
"Now you have something to think about when you play with your vibrator at night," I say, daring her to look.
She scans my body, "one more to add to the pile," she says, closing the door.
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"Where are we going?" I say to Wanda in the car.
"My office. I need your help."
Her office was big for her group of 4. They had one single meeting room that connected with her huge office in the back. Of course, the other 4 offices were much smaller but still decently sized and were closer to the entrance.
"You got Y/N Phoenix to help on this?" a ginger man asked Wanda rather rudely.
"What's all this?" I ignore him and look at the pictures on the wall.
"The Senator from Nebraska has asked for our help retrieving his stolen files," a short man with a buzz cut and perfectly groomed beard says.
"Okay? What do you need my help with?" I ask.
"To retrieve the files," Wanda says.
"Do you know who I am? Stealing a file in a federal building isn't going to go unnoticed."
"Actually, the files contain some highly classified information that I doubt both parties would want to blow the whistle on," the short man says.
"We had someone but god knows where they are now, they would've had it done by yesterday," the ginger says.
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The Presidents Daughter || NATASHA X FEM READER
Fanfiction"You haven't done anything wrong Y/N," Natasha says softly. "Then why are you acting like this? Why aren't you looking at me?" I raise my voice. "Because you are my employee because you are the president's daughter and I am a Senator. You have a bo...
