#performance review

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The past few weeks haven’t been your favourite, to say the least. You are dealing with a recent break up and your mind has been anywhere but work.

There has been a decline in your performance and it hasn’t gone unnoticed; your output of work was sloppy, your overall care lacking and you were just trying to get through the day, every day. Your direct manager had an informal chat with you to check in but also made it known that things needed to start changing.

After another week passes by with constant, stupid mistakes and not paying enough attention to all the tasks required of you; your performance issues had been scaled up to higher management.

To Wanda Maximoff.

CEO of the company.

Fuck.

Your heart is beating out of your chest. You feel hot with nausea brewing in your stomach and your colleagues are trying to offer you their best support. “You’re great at your job, Y/N. We all mess up from time to time,” Natasha speaks up, trying to sound reassuring but doesn’t hold back her teasing nature, “just don’t get eaten alive.” She laughs as you groan and kick her chair away from you.

Why the CEO though.

Surely your performance was not THAT bad. How could it have scaled up management so quickly. You sink your face into your hands, elbows resting on your desk, wishing you could dissolve yourself into oblivion.

“Y/N!” You hear your manager's voice shock you out of your glooming state and you raise your head towards her, “Wanda would like to speak with you now.”

You stand from your desk, earning sympathetic looks from the redhead and move your feet one in front of the other. All you hear is the pounding of your heart in your head and the feeling of the butterflies in your stomach twisting in on themselves. However, you do question if your reaction is not solely about the impromptu meeting regarding your shortcomings at work.

Wanda Maximoff is the CEO. She is firm but calm. Bossy but kind. Intimidating yet soft, and she will put you in your place if deemed necessary. Wanda Maximoff is the CEO– and she is the most beautiful woman you have ever laid eyes on.

Your manager knocks on the door of Wanda’s office and you scold yourself for being so distracted in your thoughts that you didn’t realise you had arrived at her door. Wanda says thank you and dismisses her, closing the floor to ceiling wooden door as she leaves.

Wanda is sitting behind her desk, a view of the sunlit skyline as a backdrop illuminating her features. She is wearing a white button up blouse and a fitted black skirt hugging her figure with a slit in the side trailing up her thigh. You swallow dryly at the sight.

You’ve met Wanda before, of course, but it was only ever a polite greeting or small talk one time in the short elevator ride to your floor; and it’s not without stealing short glances at the breathtaking brunette.

“Good morning Y/N, take a seat.” Wanda speaks up from behind the screen and gestures for you to take the chair in front of her desk, her eyes focusing back on the work in front of her.

You take a deep breath and a slow exhale–careful not to draw attention– as you cross the space to the black fabric chair facing Wanda, her desk separating the two of you.

Wanda has a relatively large office, separated from the rest of the building behind closed doors. In addition to her desk and chairs, the space includes a corner lounge tucked beside the window and a separate meeting room furnished with a table and chairs.

Settling in your seat, you can’t help but watch Wanda as she finishes up another work-related matter. Her quiet intensity, the way her lips twitch, her sharp jawline trailing down into—

“So,” Wanda startles you from your thoughts, leaning back in her chair as she takes you in with quiet curiosity, her blouse slipping to expose the elegant line of her collarbone. You shake your head, trying to refocus. “Y/N, I have heard a lot about you over the years.”

Shit. You start to panic before she continues. “Lots of good things,” Wanda rises from her chair, fingers gliding along the desk as she rounds it, settling herself between you and its edge.

You’re close. You’re too close. Your heart is racing again at her proximity. You scold yourself for not being professional right now.

“You’ve been quite an asset to this company.” You glance up, only to meet her eyes – already fixed on yours, unwavering. She pauses for a moment, then leans in, lowering her voice. “Until now.”

You swallow hard, your throat is dry– nervous about what this means for your position and what direction this is heading in. You need this job, it’s the only thing keeping you sane.

“Y/N, do you think you deserve punishment?” Wanda begins to question, her tone slipping into something more intimate, “or do you think you can make up for it?”

The tension held in the small space between you has you gasping for air. Her perfume takes over your senses, soft and consuming, rendering you unable for a moment to register the shock of her question. This is your boss, you remind yourself. You’re about to get fired – you need to fix this.

Wanda sits herself on top of her desk in front of you, crossing her legs awaiting your response. You muster up the confidence, making an effort to conceal any nerves visible. You cannot show any weakness in your voice right now. “I’ll accept whatever is coming my way, where there may be repercussions, or to make up for the decline in my performance.”

She hums in satisfaction at your answer. Her head tilting as she watches you. Thoughtful. Taking in the way your body reacts to her.

Wanda uncrosses her legs and speaks with a tone so low and so dangerous that it sends a shiver through your entire body, “I think you can make up for it.” Wanda then slowly parts her legs to reveal her black lace panties that are already soaked.

You choke.

She lets out a low chuckle, not giving away that she has previously read your mind– knowing this is exactly where you want to be.

Her legs are open on full display for you as Wanda pushes her panties to the side and starts fucking herself. Two fingers deep. Repeating the motion back and forth causing your need to suck in a sharp breath as her face contorts into pleasure.

You’re in shock and in awe of the visual in front of you. You’ve never seen anyone look that good. Wanda is firm and dominant, watching you watch her.

Oh. She is teasing you. With a smirk she throws her head back, letting perfect little sounds escape her mouth mixed with the sounds of her wet pussy getting pumped by her own fingers. She is driving you insane and you feel your own pool of heat between your thighs becoming harder to ignore as a result of Wanda spread out in front of you.

Her chest is rising and falling with quickened breaths, her head cocked back– exposing the skin of her neck you wish you could have your mouth on– while she touches herself intimately inches from you.

You can’t take it anymore.

You shift in your seat but Wanda has already anticipated your actions, swiftly placing her stiletto heel on the chair between your legs before you are able to move a muscle. “Tsk,” she warns, accompanied by a deep crimson force holding you in place.

All employees of the company knew of Wanda’s abilities, but you had never seen it in action. There is something about the quiet control in her power that made her even more irresistible.

Wanda continues to fuck herself and you find yourself groaning– locked in place with no way to move, only able to watch. Is this your punishment? You’re feeling so hot and heavy. Your thoughts spiralling loudly of the things you would do. You need her.

She takes pity on you then, almost as if she could hear the desperation in your thoughts. Your mind is too scattered to question that maybe she could hear them. Wanda removes her fingers from her soaking wet core and you are able to see every movement up close. Your breath hitches with her next move.

“Open that pretty little mouth of yours.”

You obey without a second thought and her slick coated fingers enter your mouth earning a moan from you, her delicious taste taking over your senses. After a few moments, you look up at her with a sinister gaze and a mischievous grin that creates a hot feeling inside Wanda, catching her off guard.

She releases her fingers from your mouth and hovers over you, gaining back her control. Her lips ghost your jaw as she trails upward to whisper in your ear, “Good girl.” A shiver runs up your spine and straight to your core.

Wanda then returns to her side of the desk, regaining her composure, “you may leave, I’ll set up a meeting for your performance review.”

With a polite nod and a smile tugging at the side of your lips, you exit Wanda’s office, closing the door behind you. You catch your breath and head straight for the restroom.

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Water splashes your face as you try to calm down, forcing your breathing to slow so you can pull it together and get yourself back to work – but all you are able to think about is Wanda. Unknowingly, you lick your lips at the thought of her and hum in satisfaction when you can still taste her. Leaning against the bathroom sink you let out a small laugh of disbelief before heading back to your desk where you know your colleagues are going to have questions.

When you arrive back, Natasha and Bucky give you questioning looks to see if you’re okay. “I’m fine,” you quickly tell them, slumping back in your chair. Natasha arches her eyebrow at you before you continue, “she wants to set up a performance review meeting to… to discuss how to progress,” you hesitated in your answer– which was accepted by the two of them, giving you the relief you needed from having to go into any further details.

And sure enough, when you logged into your computer, there it was:

Meeting Invitation:

Performance Review

4.45pm

You purse your lips together to hide the smile you can feel fighting to break free. Your chest is thudding in anticipation. Only a few more hours.

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You arrive at Wanda’s office door right on time to find it already open, hesitating for a moment before giving the brown wood a light knock. “Come in, Y/N,” the way she says your name weakens you at the knees. Grabbing onto the door handle, you bite your lip– boldly deciding to close the door for your privacy, then turning on your heel to walk over to the chair you sat in earlier.

Both of you sit in quiet silence for a moment, allowing you the time to observe Wanda while she finishes up her latest task. Eyes flickering as she reads, mouth pursed and brows furrowed in concentration– you notice she looks a little stressed, tired even.

“Big day?” you start. Wanda lets out an exasperated huff and looks up at you, “I’m dealing with morons,” a small laugh escaping her lips, though quickly turning serious again. “Men who think they can overpower any decision my female team-leads make. Employees that are stuck in their old ways, and clients who do not trust the process of what we develop for them,” Wanda sighs, looking up at the ceiling. You give her a moment, then offer a sympathetic smile when she looks back to you.

“And you..?” she questions, “are you feeling any more focused on your work?”

Focused?

After this morning, she thinks you can be more focused?

So you lie– with a smirk forming at the corner of your mouth, “I think I have found some motivation, yes.”

“Mmhm, good.”

Wanda walks her way around to you the same way she did this morning, forcing the beat in your chest to rapidly increase.

“You need more motivation and I’ve had a very stressful day,” Wanda leans over you as she parts your legs, then lowers herself onto your right thigh, “I say we can help each other out.” The air is knocked out of your lungs when you realise the lace panties from earlier were nowhere to be seen as you feel her warmth and already wet centre making contact with your skin.

Wanda chuckles in your ear, knowing exactly what this would be doing to you. You instinctively put your hands around her waist as she starts a slow grind on your thigh. She allows it. But only for a moment, because you get greedy– moving your hand to trace her upper thigh with your fingertips, slowly trailing higher up her leg where Wanda’s skirt has been hitched up.

You push even further to snake around her ass–

“Ah–” a sharp and strong force suddenly tears your hands away from Wanda. You look down and groan, noticing the red wisps encircling your wrists binding you to the chair. She doesn’t scold you this time, only continues to grind herself on your leg.

Wanda starts to whimper out sweet, addicting sounds, making the pool in your centre much, much worse. You pull on the restraints she has you held captive in and you beg– to touch her, to feel her.

“W-Wanda please, fuck.” Wanda quickly covers your mouth with the palm of her hand, snapping a warning look at you. Her eyes are glazed with desire as she rides you, and you just know you are going to do exactly what is asked of you.

Your muffled moans vibrate through Wanda’s hand before she removes it to use your shoulder to balance herself. Her pace becomes more erratic, her breathing quickens and you feel her reaching her high when she squeezes her legs around you– riding out her orgasm with a scream she tries to muffle into the crook of your neck when she doubles over from the intensity of her climax.

You’re throwing your head back in awe, moaning at how she’s using you and the feel of her body on yours as she trembles from the aftershocks. You dare to lift your thigh, granting a shocked gasp from the woman on top of you before she quickly moves to her feet.

Shit. Did I cross a line?

You’re kicking yourself when Wanda sits herself back on her desk– leading you to believe this was the end of your meeting. You wonder if she would be so cruel to leave you in such a messy and needy state.

The room falls silent with only the sound of your shared, ragged breathing filling the space between you. She’s playing with you, working you up and enjoying every minute of it.

Wanda takes a sip from the glass of water sitting next to her and waits a few moments before tilting her head back to lock eyes with you, still bound to your new favourite chair. She’s contemplative.

After a beat, she surprises you with determination and hunger written all over her face. She sits back in your lap, wrapping her legs around you and grabs both sides of your face, pulling you into a searing kiss.

You return her intensity with equal urgency, her lips soft and addicting. Wanda moans into the kiss, eliciting a gasp from you, granting her access to slide her tongue past your lips. Her tongue dances with your own, the way it moves with yours is unmatched– you don’t stop, you can’t.

Wanda slides her fingers beneath your panties and through your folds to feel you sopping wet– you jolt under her touch from how sensitive you have become. Wanda moans when she feels you, a chuckle escaping her, “all this for me?”

“You’ve been teasing me for hours,” you shoot back, breathless. Wanda bites her lip then and gathers your slick on her fingers, inserting them into her mouth with a moan of pleasure.

Her lips find yours again and you part them eagerly for Wanda’s tongue to entwine with yours, her hands now tangled in the back of your hair. You can’t take this anymore. It’s almost painful at how much you need her. How much you want to please her by your own touch.

Wanda parts her lips from yours, pulling your head back ever so slightly by the fingers still threaded in your hair.

“Oh Y/N, did you forget? This is a performance review. Now perform.” The last two words are said firmly and with finality causing a shudder to rip through your body. You have been so caught up in Wanda’s lips and her breath on yours, that you hadn’t noticed she released you from your restraints.

“Fuck,” you let out, and in a split second you’re standing with Wanda’s legs still wrapped around you and the two of you crash against her desk. Your lips stay locked together, sharing mutual desperation. You make quick work to undo her blouse exposing her breasts and a sigh of satisfaction escapes you at the sight.

Creating some distance between you, you take her in; her hazel-green eyes search yours with aching anticipation, you scan over the curve of her waist, the delicate lines defining her body, being this close to her is dangerously intoxicating– but you do not want to test her patience.

Your lips collide with Wanda’s again, then drift along her jaw, as you press hungry kisses to her neck, leaving a trail down to her collarbone– keeping her body flushed against yours with your hands firm at her waist. You explore her chest, swirling your tongue around her right nub and nipping at the sensitive area, which is rewarded with a moan– a sound you don’t think you could ever get tired of hearing driving you more frantic.

You slide two fingers through her sopping wet folds, gathering her slick and moving your fingers in circular motions, rubbing her clit. Wanda is a whimpering mess when you pump two fingers inside her and your eyes lock as she bucks her hips against you. You add a third, earning a cry from the woman below you, feeling full from the slight stretch.

Wanda reaches for the hand you have buried inside her and pushes you impossibly deeper causing a throaty growl to escape you. Snaking your free hand around her lower back for grip, you pick up your pace, curling your fingers and Wanda begins to claw at the skin on your back as she starts to clench around you.

She lifts her gaze to you then with dark, hooded eyes as the tension coils deep within her core. Pleasure courses through her in steady waves– her brows pinch together, lips parting while her stare remains deliberate and commanding.

“God, you look pretty like this,” your thumb dances over her clit, applying a little pressure– which is enough for her to completely come undone, screaming your name before sinking her teeth into the curve of your neck to bite back the noises spilling from her lips.

You give Wanda a few moments to recover before she changes her demeanor, her accent coming through with an authoritative and dangerous tone. “Clean up the mess you made,” she demands, pushing your head down her body.

The heat in her words spreads through you, your cheeks betraying you with a flush– you do as you’re told and lick a stripe up her folds. Using your tongue, you slide into her entrance, lapping up the remnants of her orgasm.

Wanda’s hands are threaded through your hair as you continue to thrust your tongue inside her, then tightening her grip as you capture her clit in your mouth, making out with the sensitive area before settling into a steady, fast rhythm, flicking your tongue up and down.

You pull back momentarily, earning a soft whimper from Wanda, your senses blissfully overwhelmed in its own type of high. Offering her a daring smirk, you tease, “Oh, don’t worry, Maximoff. I am far from done with you.” Your mouth is back on her again, rolling her into her third orgasm of your meeting.

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