Just graduated from Harvard with a master's degree in psychology, Y/N looks for a job and finds it in a not-so-expected way at Romanoff's company, the most famous psychology studio in New York. - "Don't you think that skirt is too short for work?" she said with a smirk. I don't know what to say, I just feel the heat on my cheeks. "Come here." Miss Romanoff said pointing to the floor in front of her. - Started: 13/10/22 Finished: - ⚠️ I don't own any character of the MCU, this fanfic only has the names and it takes place on an alternative universe

A pair of delicate hands pushed me firmly against the back of the chair that was seated underneath a small desk. Her fingers clutched my waist, pressing her muscular body into me. Face inches away, she towered over me, her white teeth sinking into her own pink lips as she bit down, her emerald green eyes looking at nothing other than me. I gasped, surprised and confused at this sudden outburst of affection and confidence that came from my very own Russian Professor.