Marvel Women Oneshots

Natasha Romanoff-Assistant*

A lot of smut.

1664 Words

Lola POV

"Good morning." I greeted Miss.  Romanoff with a smile I entered her large office. It was at pretty much the size of my entire apartment, an office just for her with a simple desk for me in the corner.

"Good morning, малышка." She took a glance at me and smiled. God that smile, I know she's my boss but it's not illegal to think she's hot... right?

"Ever going to tell me what that means?" I questioned her as I set down her coffee in her desk and passed her a few files.

"Nope." She winked at me before taking a quick glance over one of the files then moving on to the next as I sat down at my desk.

I felt a pair of eyes linger on me as I worked through the minor work I had. I looked up and gave her a smile, she smiled back at me and went back to her work, but I felt her eyes drift back to me after a few minutes.

I wonder what she's thinking. I've only met her a few times but where is Wanda when you need her?

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"Lola?" It was almost the end of the day and I had just got back from some errands a few minutes ago. I was now again back to working through files, when I heard Nata- Miss. Romanoff.

"Yes, Miss." I answered her, taking my eyes from the work I was doing.
"Well, first, you can just say Nat, not 'Miss. Romanoff'." She laughed at herself mocking in a high pitched voice.

"Not funny. Secondly." I put in a obviously fake smile for the second part.
"Secondly, can you come here?" She stopped her laughter.

I stood and went over to her desk, "Yes?" She looked me up and down before a small smirk appeared on her face.
"Come here." I walked over to her side and she spun her chair to face me.
"Who- who told you, you could wear that?" She asked, again looking down at the rather short, dark blue, leather skirt and light blue shirt tucked in, with the top 2 buttons left undone.

"Well, Mr. Stark seemed fond of it in the break room." I smiled and laughed slightly.

"Stark, was looking at... what's mine?" She ask, running two fingers on the waist band of the skirt.

"I- umm. Yes... I-I think." What is she saying? I'm hers? Surely that's not how I think it is.

"Next time, you tell him this is reserved, ok?" She asked as she slowly unzipped the zip that ran down the side of the skirt.

"O- ok." I answered, she pulled me closer to her, so I was stood between her legs.
"Can we take this off?" She asked, tugging at the skirt, slightly.

I nodded my head and she pulled the skirt down and dropped it onto the floor. "Better." She smiled. She then pulled down my panties slightly before looking up for confirmation.

Within seconds of my nod she ripped them off. I let out a little gasp and she kissed a few spots on my stomach, lifting up my shirt to get to it.

She pulled me down so I was sat on her lap, I felt her shift her leg slightly and I knew she knew what she was doing.

"You're wet, котенок." She whispered in my ear, making shivers run down my spine. I nodded quickly, feeling a sensation.

I felt the material, coving her legs, rub my clitoris.
"Nat." I moaned out quietly.

"Yes?" I could tell she had a smirk on her face, but faux innocence radiated from her words.

"W-what are you doing?" I felt my head drop back, feeling not completely in control of my body.