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hopelesslygaysstuff · 11 months

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pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: y/n arrives back at the compound. then, part one of the mission!

content warnings: creepy men and mentions of sex trafficking.

word count: 6.4k

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Y/n could still feel the ghost of her tears against her skin as the plane landed. She took a quick glance at her reflection in the window, frowning at the slight puffiness around her eyes before turning back to the mission file in front of her. With a sigh, she closed the folder. The words had been swimming around for most of the flight, and y/n decided that she’d go over it once her head was in a better place.

Happy had thankfully kept to himself for the flight, and y/n offered him a grateful smile when he didn’t say anything about having heard her muffled sobs. He simply handed her a stick of concealer, and y/n didn’t even question why he had her exact shade as she quickly applied the make up to her slightly blotchy cheeks.

Stepping off the plane, y/n blinked against the sun before pulling her sunglasses down. She shouldered her duffel bag, and walked side by side with Happy towards the standard black SUV he always drove.

“I’m not supposed to say anything,” Happy said, his voice as monotone as ever. Y/n glanced at him curiously. “Tony and Natasha have been preparing a special something for your return, so take this time to get your social battery back up.”

Y/n took a deep breath, nodding gratefully at Happy. As excited as she was to finally see her friends, the only thing she wanted to do was crawl into her bed and spray some of Wanda’s perfume into the single hoodie she’d taken from the woman and take a nap until she could see her again. But, y/n knew she had a mission to complete.

‘Just wait until after the mission to break down. That’s a great plan. Also, don’t think about how Wanda probably doesn’t miss you at all and she’s most likely grateful she never has to see you again.’

Shaking her head, y/n opened the back door and shoved her duffel in as she pushed those thoughts out of her head. Closing the door firmly, she opened the passenger door and smirked at Happy’s surprised face.

“The only thing that’s gonna get my social battery up is a carpool karaoke session.” Y/n remarked, pushing down the oily thoughts of doubt as they attempted to creep into her head. For some reason, it wasn’t as difficult to keep those thoughts at bay, but y/n didn’t get much time to dwell on it as Happy sighed and handed her his phone.

Y/n shuffled a playlist of road trip tunes, a genuine smile creeping onto her face as ABBA started playing. Happy pretended to be disgruntled, but y/n caught him mouthing the words as he pulled into the busy airport traffic. She sat back, relishing in the cool air conditioned car as she sang, determinedly not thinking about Wanda.

No, she definitely wasn’t thinking about how Wanda preferred instrumental music, mostly jazz, while in the car. She also wasn’t thinking about how much she missed the steady pressure of Wanda’s hand on her thigh as they drove, or the ever present smell of vanilla whenever she was around. And she was most certainly not thinking about how cold her lips felt, and how she hadn’t realized that they had kissed for the last time that morning.

Her throat burned slightly, and y/n pushed her sunglasses back onto her face.

‘Goddamn it.’

—

Y/n had never been happier to catch a glimpse of Natahsa’s fiery red hair, and couldn’t even find the energy to complain about Tony’s strong cologne when he pulled her into a tight embrace. Pulling away, she noticed that Natasha had already grabbed the duffel she’d dropped, and she offered a small smile as the redhead gestured for them to go inside.

“You’ll have to tell us everything.” Tony said, attempting to remain nonchalant.

Natasha looked over her shoulder, the ghost of a smirk on her face. “We’ll give you exactly ten minutes to unpack and relax, then we have a surprise for you.” She wiggled her eyebrows playfully, and y/n sped up slightly to catch up with her.

“What’s the surprise?” Y/n did her best puppy dog eyes, and Natasha whipped her head forward as she avoided y/n’s pleading gaze.

Tony finally caught up, rushing past them to open the doors to the compound as he pantomimed zipping his lips shut. Y/n playfully punched him in the arm as she passed, before matching her strides to Natasha’s as they made their way towards the elevators.

Y/n tried every trick in the book to figure out what her surprise was, but her friends were surprisingly tight lipped. When they eventually reached y/n’s door, Natasha simply tapped her wrist as a reminder of the time limit, before turning away and pulling Tony with her.

“We’ll be in the kitchen!” Tony called out, and y/n snickered at the jab he received.

Turning back to her door, y/n placed her hand on the sensor and waited for it to unlock. The sensor whirred, glowing green as she heard her door click open. Stepping inside, y/n placed her duffel on the bed, still neatly made. With a sigh, y/n sat down on the mattress, staring hard at her bag.

“Welcome home, y/n.”

Y/n jumped at the sound of Friday’s mechanical voice. Glancing up, she thanked the AI before slowly unzipping her duffel. Reaching in, she grabbed the sock-wrapped perfume near the top, and slowly unwrapped it.

The smooth black glass sparkled up at her, and y/n clutched the bottle tightly, not wanting to risk dropping it. She fiddled with the cap, unlocking the nozzle before spraying some of the perfume onto her pillow as a test. The rich scent of vanilla reached her nose, and y/n pressed her lips together tightly as her heart clenched. With shaking hands, she set the bottle down on the nightstand beside her bed, before gently resting her head on her pillow.

Y/n stayed like that for a few minutes, feeling her throat burn as her vision became blurry with unshed tears. Then, she jolted up suddenly. Crossing the room in a few short strides, she grabbed her phone from her desk.

She pressed a few buttons, letting out a slightly impatient noise when the screen remained dark. Catching a glimpse of her charger, she realized that the block had pulled loose from the outlet, rendering her phone useless at the moment. Bending down, she firmly pressed the charging block back into the wall, smiling at the ping that emitted from her phone.

Standing back up, y/n watched the screen of her phone as it flashed the low battery icon. Sighing, she reluctantly left her phone on the desk, knowing that it would take a while until she was able to use it. She walked back over to her duffel, unzipping the side pocket.

Y/n grinned brightly, her fingers finally touching the small scrap of paper that she’d been looking for. Carefully pulling it out, she unfolded it and stared at the numbers written down. Her eyes traced the elegant handwriting that was so reminiscent of Wanda, and she quickly memorized the phone number as she set the paper down next to her still-charging phone.

“Agent Romanoff and Mr. Stark await your presence in the kitchen.” Friday’s voice startled y/n out of her thoughts. She’d been thinking about all the potential first messages she could send to Wanda, and she closed her eyes slightly at the shock the robotic voice had given her. It would take a while to get used to Friday again.

Taking one last longing glance at her phone, and determinedly not looking over at the perfume bottle on her bare nightstand, y/n swiftly exited her room. A genuine smile started to overtake her face as she made her way to the kitchen. She really did love a good surprise.

Y/n had expected a small surprise, maybe a cake and some balloons. In hindsight though, the massive party that Natasha and Tony had put together really helped take her mind off Wanda. Almost a little too well. A lot of alcohol was involved.

At one point in the night, Natasha had introduced y/n to her new girlfriend, Maria Hill. Y/n congratulated her with a big smile, hiding the sliver of pain she felt without her… could she even call Wanda her girlfriend? They hadn’t even really dated, and Wanda hadn’t said those three words back. Maybe she’d realized her feelings weren’t as strong as she originally thought. Maybe she'd fallen out of love. Maybe…

“How was your summer?” Maria asked, her eyes searching y/n’s. Natasha looked away from where she’d been slightly staring at Maria’s backside in her dress. Y/n forced a smile onto her face, her eyesight slightly blurry from all the vodka shots.

“It was great!” Y/n exclaimed, wincing at the sound of her own overly-cheery voice. Natasha frowned slightly, and y/n redirected. “Tell me all about how this happened.” She smiled slightly as Maria and Natasha began talking, slightly stumbling over each other as they told the story of their first date. By the time Maria was done telling the story of how Natasha had abruptly asked her out, or rather, simply told her that she had a date planned for the two of them, y/n had a small but genuine smile on her face.

Once the couple started unabashedly eye-fucking each other, y/n politely excused herself, feeling the need for another drink. She really was happy for Natasha, she’d been pining after Maria for a year now, it was all a bit too much. Plus, y/n’s right side felt a bit cold without Wanda’s steady warmth next to her. God, y/n missed her.

‘Now I really need another drink.’

Tony found her a while later, half slumped over the bar counter as she halfheartedly listened to Carol weave tales of her adventures in space. She was still nursing a drink, slowly sipping the bitter liquid as her senses numbed along with her aching heart. She was resting her chin against her hand, staring at Carol’s face as the woman’s words slipped right past her. Instead, y/n was much more focused on pushing away images of red hair and green eyes, and staying in the present. It wasn’t working.

“Hey kid, I think it’s time for bed.” Tony said, his voice soft as he pulled the drink away from y/n’s hand. She let him, also allowing his arm to wrap around her waist as she slurred a vague goodbye in Carol’s direction. Valkyrie quickly took her seat, pulling Carol’s drink away from her as well, pointing out the late hour as Tony ushered y/n out the door.

Y/n let herself lean slightly against Tony as they walked, reveling in the warmth he provided at her side. It reminded her of Wan…

“I miss her.”

Tony’s arm tightened around her slightly, and it took y/n a second until she realized she’d spoken out loud. Now that those words had slipped out, the rest came quickly, tumbling out of her mouth in a hurried fashion.

“She didn’t say it back, Tony. She’s just so- so pretty and nice and god she smells nice. Did you know she gave me some of her perfume? It’s my favorite smell in the whole world! I’ll let you smell some of it, but I’ll kill you if you try and take my bottle.” Y/n giggled, and Tony made a small noise in the back of his throat.

They reached her door, Tony helping y/n place her hand on the scanner as they stumbled through. Y/n sprawled onto her bed, turning her face into the pillow as Tony opened a few drawers, looking for pajamas.

“What didn’t she say back?” Tony asked, his words also slightly slurred. He was far more coordinated than y/n, but still had barely any filter as he perched curiously on the edge of the bed.

Y/n groaned, breathing in the vanilla scented fabric of her pillow. Her throat burned, and when the tears welled up, she let them fall. “She didn’t say those three words.”

Tony’s eyebrows furrowed as he attempted to process the meaning behind y/n’s words. He counted on his fingers, mouthing the word ‘three’ as he placed an oversized shirt next to y/n. She fumbled with it, mumbling at Tony to cover his eyes as she undressed and pulled the shirt over her head.

“Three words?” Tony questioned, watching y/n get under her sheets and burrow into her bed. She answered him, her words muffled into her pillow. Tony clumsily reached over, turning y/n back onto her side and placing his ear close to her still moving lips.

“She didn’t say it. Didn’t. Say it back. Please. She didn’t. Say it.”’ Tony pulled away, and before he could think about his next move, he slapped y/n across the face in an attempt to wake her up slightly. In his defense, it was a gentle slap.

Y/n’s eyes flew open. Within seconds, Tony was slammed onto the bed, with y/n half conscious on top of him with her forearm against his throat. Tony let out a weak sounding whimper, his sluggish brain racing to catch up.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t that gentle. But his intentions were good.

“She didn’t say the three words.” Y/n said, and when Tony looked up into her eyes, she had a faraway look in them. Snapping her gaze back to him, he noticed the sadness lingering around them, the way that they hadn’t creased in a smile all night.

“What three words?”

Y/n removed her arm, shoving Tony lightly off the bed. Climbing back in, she pulled the covers all the way up to her chin. Her gaze flitted from the perfume bottle on her nightstand to where Tony was lingering by the door. “She didn’t say I love you.”

Tony’s face dropped slightly, taking a single step closer, his hand leaving the doorknob. Y/n pulled the covers completely over her face, letting her tears fall as a wave of embarrassment washed over her.

Crossing the room in a few short strides, Tony gently pulled the covers off of y/n’s face. He took one look at her, at the way her eyes screwed shut in an attempt to stop her tears and her trembling lips, and pulled her in for a tight hug. He held her for a long time, until her sobs subsided and he was on the brink of sleep.

Natasha found them like that the next morning, curled around each other protectively, y/n’s face still buried in Tony’s shoulder.

—

Y/n hadn’t realized how much she missed her team until she’d sat down with them for breakfast. Sam had made breakfast burritos, and y/n watched in morbid fascination as Clint drowned his burrito in hot sauce. Natasha snagged the chair on her right, with Tony already slumped over on her left, nursing a hangover.

“How are you feeling?” Natasha asked, sliding over a glass of orange juice.

Accepting the glass, y/n nodded her thanks as Tony handed her some Advil. “I’m doing alright, but I’ve got a nasty headache.”

Natasha raised her eyebrows, her gaze trailing over y/n’s face. Taking a bite, she studied y/n for a few minutes. “You cried a lot last night.”

Y/n looked at her in exasperation. “How the fuck do you know that?”

Laughing, Natasha traced a finger down y/n’s cheek. Poking slightly at her under eye, she dropped her hand. “Your eyes are puffy.” She said simply.

Y/n gave her an unimpressed look. “Really? I’m that easy to read?”

All Natasha did was smirk slightly. It reminded y/n of Wanda’s all knowing gaze. She looked back down at her food. It suddenly tasted like ash. Swallowing, she tuned in to the conversation happening around her.

“Nah man, I can totally fly circles around you.” Sam was saying, gesturing wildly with his fork. Bucky snorted beside him, while Tony remained unimpressed.

“Really man?” Sam said, turning to Bucky and raising an eyebrow.

“All I’m saying is that I built my suit in a cave.” Tony said, putting his hands up in mock surrender. “Plus, I’ve had a lot of time to improve my suit. What have you done? Observe some birds in a documentary?”

Sam launched a piece of sausage across the table, using his fork as a catapult. Y/n cracked a smile at the brief food fight that ensued. Even Natasha joined, subtly squirting ketchup onto each member's plate until Clint noticed. Y/n continued to eat slowly, chewing down her now tasteless burrito.

“Director Fury requests your presence in meeting room six.”

The food fight stopped, a piece of cheese slowly dripping down Bucky’s stoic face. Tony let out a large sigh as Steve stood up, the man snatching a piece of toast before swiftly moving from the room. As soon as Steve had left, the rest of the team spurred into action.

Amidst the chaos, y/n slowly wiped her face with her napkin and took one last drink of her orange juice. She ducked when a piece of food flew by her, and when she looked over at Tony he was suspiciously quiet and looking anywhere but her. Quirking up the corner of her mouth, she lightly hit him on the back of his head before turning to Natasha and nodding.

They fell into step, neatly avoiding a panicked Clint as he searched for his missing hearing aid. Bending down briefly, y/n scooped it off the floor and handed it back without a word. He nodded his thanks, and then they were off towards the briefing room. They walked in silence, Nat still finishing the last few bites of her burrito. Y/n had her hands shoved down her pockets, the faint scent of vanilla wafting in the air.

“New perfume?”

Y/n looked to her right. Natasha had her eyebrows raised in question, before reaching out and grabbing a strand of y/n’s hair. Pulling it towards her, she sniffed it a few times before y/n lightly shoved her away.

“Yeah, it was Wanda’s.” Y/n said, proud that her voice didn’t crack. Natasha just hummed in acknowledgement, licking her fingers clean as they reached the door of the meeting room. She placed a hand on y/n’s wrist, stopping her from opening the door. Y/n turned to her, eyes searching Natasha’s face for why they’d stopped.

“It’s okay to miss her.” Natasha’s voice was soft. Y/n felt a spike of anger. She was getting really sick of everyone saying that. She knew that they meant well, but it was so patronizing. Besides, as much as she missed Wanda, she was starting to realize how angry she was with the woman. Why didn’t she say anything back?

“I don’t miss her.” Y/n said, a little too harshly. She pulled her wrist out of Natasha’s now slack grasp and shoved open the door.

Fury raised his eyebrows as she stormed in, dropping into her seat with a huff.

“Jet lag.” Y/n said, and he nodded once.

The rest of the team filed in soon after, Natasha pulling out the chair next to y/n. She glanced at y/n out of the corner of her eye, and the girl sighed slightly as she slid further into her seat.

Y/n felt guilt flare up slightly, so she reached out a hand to rest on Natasha's knee. She kept it there for a few seconds, in apology, until the redhead laced her fingers with y/n’s. Looking over, y/n offered a small smile, and Natasha squeezed her fingers in response.

Fury cleared his throat as Sam stumbled through the doorway, holding the last remnants of his burrito. He quickly took his seat, jabbing the side of a smirking Bucky as Fury started speaking.

“The mission is in a week. This is the moment you’ve all been preparing for.” He started, his voice grave. Y/n felt herself sit up straighter in her chair as Fury looked at her. “Now that y/n is back from her training, we can begin finalizing our plan of attack.”

The debrief continued for the next few hours, each member of the team getting their assignments for each part of the mission. At one point, Tony pulled up detailed maps of the facility they would be infiltrating, pointing out the main office that y/n had to infiltrate. Her task was simple: get in the door and copy the facility’s main database onto a hard drive. Then, upload a bug into the system that would destroy their entire online database.

A small flash drive was slid over to y/n. She stopped it from falling off the table, holding it up at eye level. Fury raised his eyebrow as she inspected the heavy metal, sliding another, almost identical, drive over. One drive was made of matte black metal, with the other coated in a shiny silver coating.

“You’ll copy all of their data onto the darker one.” Fury stated, and y/n made a quick note on her file. “The silver one contains a powerful bug, which will wipe their entire system exactly ten minutes after it’s uploaded into the system.”

Y/n twirled the drives around, feeling the cool metal on her fingertips as Tony highlighted the easiest escape route from the main office. Apparently, the main database was on the same computer the Director of that facility used, which was conveniently located in his own personal office. She started brainstorming different ways to get close to the man, memorizing his face from the photo placed in front of her. She ran through multiple different scenarios, coming up with different strategies that would fit whatever type of Dominant the man turned out to be.

The meeting wrapped up shortly after y/n was given the two flash drives, and she stuck them into a hidden pocket in her belt. The tactical belt that she used for all missions, it looked like a normal everyday one, but closer inspection found multiple different gadgets and pockets hidden away.

Natasha walked alongside her as they slowly made their way back to y/n’s room. Tony had run off to his lab, eager to test out some of the new inventions he’d created specifically for this mission. Y/n really just wanted to take a nap, and Natasha had suggested watching a movie as they made a packing list for the mission.

In all honesty, they hadn’t gotten much planning done. Y/n had scurried off to find some popcorn and drinks while Natasha had selected a movie. As soon as y/n had returned, Natasha hit play on the first Conjuring movie. The two had laughed at the jumpscares, sharing popcorn as their lists lay forgotten on the nightstand beside them. They spent the rest of the day on a scary movie marathon, and when Tony eventually joined them, they laughed every time he jumped in fright.

Y/n finally let herself relax fully, enjoying the moment with her two closest friends. Occasionally, one of Tony’s jokes would remind her of Henry’s running commentary, and she’d force a smile onto her face even as her heart clenched slightly. She was grateful for the distraction, her friends never letting her get too inside her own head. She had almost forgotten about the last time she’d seen Wanda. Then, she caught a glimpse of the perfume bottle on her nightstand.

Moving slowly, as to not rouse suspicion, y/n opened her nightstand drawer and gently placed the perfume bottle inside. She shut the drawer with a soft click, distracting Natasha by stealing another bite of her popcorn, and taking what felt like her first real breath since she’d left Wanda behind. Maybe, now she could focus on the mission without her distractingly melancholy thoughts in the way. Maybe.

She took another glance at the nightstand drawer. Or, maybe not.

—

“Everyone in place?”

Y/n shifted slightly, adjusting her dress. She tugged down at the high hem for what felt like the hundredth time that night, attempting to cover at least a little bit of her thighs. It didn’t work.

The other members of her team all voiced their agreement, and y/n nodded once. She couldn’t speak into her comms yet, not when she was right outside the venue. However, she knew that Natasha was watching her through one of Tony’s high-tech radars, and she took a steadying breath as Steve gave the go-ahead.

“Now it’s just a waiting game for the rest of us y/n.” Came Natasha’s calming voice, and y/n forced herself to take a step forward, adopting the persona of a wide-eyed submissive. “All you have to do is let us know when you’ve copied their database and uploaded the virus, we’ll take it from there.”

Y/n nodded again, and then she was at the door. The event was reminiscent of one of the parties Wanda’s facility would throw, and y/n felt her confidence growing with every step she took. She held up her forged invitation, the man at the door inspecting it briefly before his eyes raked over her body. She felt the urge to tug her dress down again, but refrained, instead offering the man a sweet smile. He waved her through.

She could feel his eyes still on her as she moved past him, letting her hand brush against his thigh briefly as she took in the interior of the large facility the event was being hosted in. She felt him shift slightly, and smirked to herself as she continued walking. She heard someone over the comms whisper the word ‘tease’, and made a mental note to get back at Tony for the comment.

Walking further into the venue, y/n scanned the room for the face she’d committed to memory. She slowly made her way to the bar, her posture slightly hunched as to appear shy and submissive as she searched the numerous faces on the floor. She tried not to let her disappointment show as she reached the bar, reminding herself that the event had just started. Taking a seat, she did one more brief scan of the room before turning to the bartender.

A virgin Shirley Temple in hand, this was an official mission after all, y/n let herself relax even more as she observed the different couples milling about. The atmosphere was different from the events she was used to, there was more security for one, and the dominants seemed much more strict. Then, y/n reminded herself that this facility was far from ethical, and most of the submissives she saw were most likely victims of the elaborate sex trafficking this facility oversaw.

Suddenly feeling the need to empty her stomach at that thought, y/n sipped slowly at her drink as she avoided looking at any of the submissives. She focused instead on the men, her eyes skipping over anyone with hair past their jawline. From the pictures, with the most recent one being less than two weeks ago, the man she was looking for had dark hair that swooped over in effortless curls. Perhaps if y/n was attracted to men he’d be her type, but then again, the whole sex-trafficking gig was a huge turn off, so maybe not.

Y/n remembered to keep her head ducked, avoiding the leering gazes of a few men near the end of the bar. She kept an eye on the various doors around the edges of the large room.

Eventually, after y/n had gained enough confidence to roam around the room a few times, a door opened. She tried not to visibly perk up, keeping her eyes trained on the woman in front of her who was saying something about a restaurant she’d just been to. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man she’d been waiting for all evening step through. He walked over to the bar, his gait exuding confidence as two of his men followed loosely behind.

Politely ending the conversation with the woman, who was still raving about the restaurant, y/n made her way over to the bar. After a quick reassessment of the man now seated at the bar, y/n straightened her back as she walked confidently over. The man didn’t take his eyes off the dancers scattered around the room, only briefly glancing at y/n as she slipped into the seat beside him.

Ignoring the man, her heart pounding hard in her chest, y/n ordered a drink. She kept her tone lazy, giving off the feeling that she was entirely bored of the whole event. The man glanced at her again, his eyes lingering longer this time. Y/n fought to keep a smirk off her face, leaning her chin against her hand as she strummed her fingers impatiently against the hardwood of the bar counter.

“Are you not enjoying yourself?” The man said, turning fully in his seat as he addressed y/n. His tone was direct, and y/n started to gather more pieces of what type of dominant he was. She just needed to keep him talking to be completely sure.

Everything Wanda had taught her about body language came rushing back as y/n let her eyes roam his body briefly, taking in his rigid posture and piercing gaze. When she met his eyes, he stared at her, unblinking.

“Well,” Y/n started, accepting her drink from the bartender with a flirtatious smile. The man beside her twitched slightly, just a brief movement, but y/n caught it. “I was expecting some fun when I showed up, but it seems nobody here is able to handle me.”

Y/n finished her sentence with a slightly disappointed tone, taking a sip of her drink to hide her small smile as the man’s brows furrowed slightly. He also took a sip from his drink, before setting it down firmly on the counter.

“You came here alone.” It sounded more like a statement than a question, but y/n just tilted her head.

“Why?” She asked, noticing the way his eye twitched slightly at her lazy drawl. “If I say yes, are you volunteering to show me a good time?” She smirked slightly, and the man narrowed his eyes.

‘Gotcha.’

Taking another sip of her drink, y/n noticed the man was still staring at her. His fingers twitched slightly against his glass at her dismissive behavior, and y/n celebrated internally. He was a brat tamer, and y/n excelled at bratting out.

“What is your name?” The man finally spoke, bringing his own glass to his lips as y/n finally let her gaze wander back over to him. She looked him up and down once more, as if assessing how much she wanted to speak with him, before meeting his eyes once more.

“Hannah.” Y/n said, letting the fake name roll easily off her tongue as she offered her hand to the man. She held it out, knuckles towards him, and he raised an eyebrow at the challenge. Taking her hand, he brought it to his lips and placed his lips against it. Then, he let his teeth graze the soft skin as he raised his other eyebrow.

Y/n’s turn.

She let her eyes go slightly wide, adopting a sort of hungry look. The man sat back, releasing her hand. He looked smug, slowly reaching a hand down to rest on her thigh, near the apex of her thighs. Y/n resisted the urge to squirm in disgust. His eyes bore into hers, daring her to make the next move.

Y/n smiled sweetly at him, before running her fingers along the back of his hand, and then moving it further down her thigh until it rested on her knee. The man's eyes darkened, and he swiftly knocked back the rest of his drink before standing up.

Holding out his hand, he raised an eyebrow at y/n, waiting for her unspoken response. “I’ll show you a good time.” He said, his voice low and full of promise. Y/n shivered slightly at the dangerous tone, and he smiled, thinking her body had reacted positively to his words.

“You never told me your name.” Y/n pointed out, remaining seated as she swirled her drink around in her glass. “We’re still technically strangers until you tell me your name.” She turned her head to look at him, a smile playing on her lips as she watched his jaw clench in irritation.

“Brat’s like you need to be put in their place.” Was all he said, his hand still outstretched towards her. Y/n didn’t want to push her luck by annoying the man further than their playful banter, so she smiled widely at his words and took his offered hand.

As they left the room, the man gestured to the men trailing after them to stay put. Then, he put his lips to her ear. “In response to your earlier question, my name is Grant.”

Bingo. The very man she’d been looking for.

Y/n smiled at him, looking up from under her lashes as she licked her lips slightly. His eyes followed the movement. “Nice to meet you Grant, what’s gonna happen now?”

Grant smiled, a large toothy one that made y/n’s blood run cold. “Now I’m going to punish you, my dear. I don’t tolerate brats.” His eyes bore into hers, and y/n took a large breath, her heart quickening at the thought of being near him for any longer. He interpreted it as arousal, and smirked harder at her before quickly pulling her along.

Attempting not to freak out, y/n just matched his stride, noting the hallways they were quickly walking through. As they reached a heavy wooden door, y/n realized that they were at his office, and she almost couldn’t believe her luck. This was the main office that housed the computer she needed for her flash drives.

Turning to Grant as he placed his hand on the sensor near his door, y/n peered up at him in question. Although y/n knew what was behind the door, her persona Hannah, didn’t.

“Once we step through this door,” Grant began, letting the hand on her arm drop to her backside. He squeezed, and y/n jolted. “You’re going to be in a world of pain sweetheart.”

“Promise?” Y/n said, looking up at him with doe eyes even as her brain screamed at her to run. He just smirked, running his hand over the swell of her backside as he unlocked the door, his eyes hungry as they roamed her body.

Grant ushered her inside, looking around briefly before following her swiftly. As the door shut with a dull thud behind her, y/n tried not to react as his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her from behind.

His lips trailed over her neck, his tongue feeling slimy against her skin as he made his way up towards her ear. Y/n shivered again, and felt him smirk against the shell of her ear. “How do you feel about handcuffs?”

Y/n tilted her head towards him at the question, making her voice as sultry as she could manage, “Why, you wanna tie me up and do dirty things to me?”

His eyes darkened again, and y/n felt the urge to hurl at the sight. Apparently, her question was enough for him, and Grant released her as he rounded his desk. Pulling open a drawer, he dangled a pair of handcuffs from his fingers as he slowly stalked towards her.

Attempting a smile, y/n held still as he roughly maneuvered her wrists behind her, tightening the cuffs around them. He took her silence for excitement, and let his hands grope her thighs as she squirmed slightly.

Y/n took a breath of relief when Grant stopped touching her, eyeing the computer on his desk briefly before locking eyes with him. He opened his mouth, reaching out towards her neck.

The ringing of a phone startled y/n, and Grant frowned in annoyance. Taking a step away from her, he held up a single finger as she raised an eyebrow, attempting to appear annoyed by the interruption.

The conversation was brief, and Grant seemed to grow more annoyed with every word spoken through the phone. By the end, he seemed ready to chuck the device out the nearest window. Y/n waited patiently, doing her best to appear disinterested and bored.

Grant ended the call, his face etched in an annoyed frown as he walked up to her. He seemed distracted, and y/n just raised her eyebrows at him.

“I need to go take care of something.” Grant said, his eyes refocusing. His gaze bore into y/n’s, and she nodded, hoping to appear reluctant. It worked, and he smiled slightly before leaning in.

Capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, y/n gasped at the abrupt rough action. He bit down harshly against her bottom lip before pulling away. This time, y/n didn’t have to fake the wide eyed expression she wore. She was genuinely surprised, and bit her lip to stop the contents of her stomach from violently expelling all over him at the lingering feeling of his chapped lips against hers.

“I’ll be back shortly,” He said, turning away from her as he urged her onto her knees. Tilting her face up with a single finger, he smirked. “Think of this as the first part of your punishment.” With that, he turned and walked out the door.

Y/n waited exactly ten seconds before leaping into action. She quickly picked the lock on the handcuffs, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before letting her fingers run along the hemline of her dress. Finding the two flash drives, exactly where she’d sewed them in, she ripped the fabric slightly. After creating an opening just big enough for the drives to slip through, y/n hurried around the desk before taking a seat in Grant's expensive leather chair.

Keeping an eye on the time, y/n hurriedly pulled the first flash drive in, making sure it was the matte black one. She let her leg bounce hurriedly as she watched the bar on the screen as it slowly uploaded all the information from their database onto the drive.

A noise sounded outside the door, and y/n cursed under her breath. The last few pieces of information uploaded, the bar on the screen glowing green as it flashed to signal its completion.

Moving quickly, y/n slipped the matte black flash drive back into her hemline, shoving it as far into the stitching as it would go. She reattached the handcuffs securely, hearing voices outside the door. Taking one last glance at the computer screen, and ensuring that nothing was out of place, she quickly returned to her spot on the floor. Her chest heaving, y/n let a look of boredom come across her face, manually slowing her breathing as she prepared.

The door clicked open.

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