Natasha Romanoff Oneshots

Sarcasm [A/S]

Warnings: knife kink, smut, Idk Language?
Word Count: 965

-Nat Gets Revenge-

I walked into nat and I's Room I slowly walked into the dimly lit room, I closed the door and I was met with a knife being thrown in my direction I was pinned to the wall by my jumper.

"What I do?" I whined. Trying to pry the knife out of my jumper. I was met with 4 more knives being thrown in my direction causing a whimper to escape my mouth.

"Natasha!" I whimpered upset, she was Scaring me but I'd be lying if it didn't turn me on a little.

"You were naughty котенок" her raspy voice was filled with anger and annoyance. I gulped.

"Nat I'm sorry" I muttered trying not to make another sound.

"I don't wanna hear another noise out your mouth unless it's a moan, you hear me котенок." She stepped out of the shadows of the room I nodded slightly.

She was wearing her clothes from earlier her grey tank top with jeans and her black boots. Although the boots were sadly off.

She unpinned me from the wall while kissing me roughly her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth while she pulled the knives out individually.

"You were a naughty girl today, Fury Wasn't pleased with your little game either." Natasha started pulling out the last knife.

I whimpered as she dragged me from the wall to her bed. "Strip" She demanded I complied taking my clothes off leaving my pants and bra on.

She smirked at my body and shoved me down she started kissing and sucking my neck while she had one hand close to my thigh the other holding her up.

Then our phones went off she looked up. "Grab my phone kitten" She reluctantly released her grip on me and I reached for her phone that was on her nightstand and handed her it.

"Good girl" She kissed me and checked her phone sighing as she read the text.

She went down to my thighs and pulled my pants down. "So wet for me kitten." She looked up at me while reaching for something out of my gaze.

She slipped a vibrator in me and I moaned a little it was sending small vibrations through my body. She pulled my pants back up and I let out a small whine. Nat slapped my thigh and started rummaging around in my drawers. "Here, put them on. Steve called an emergency meeting." She handed me a T-shirt and Shorts.

"But the-" Nat shot me a glare before I finished my sentence. I gulped and shut up putting on the clothes trying to hold in my moans and cries for nat.

"Come on." She said walking out of the room I walked after her and we walked to the meeting room, we were the first ones there bar fury.

Nat sat down and I sat on her left. "Natasha..... Y/n" Fury said displeased with me. While I squirmed around in my seat, nat had a smirk on her face.

The others all tiredly came into the room and sat down. "Thank you all for coming, I need Y/n, Stark and the Maximoffs. Small Mission. Wanda and Pietro are Covering Y/n While she gets some information. Stark is taking down the guards." Fury explained I let out a small huff.

On the mission
"Sooooo Y/n, your single right? you busy say Friday Night?" Wanda asked a small smirk on her face.

"Well, wands-" I felt an increased vibrating reminding me Nat was listening. "My girlfriend wouldn't be particularly pleased if I went out Friday, I'm allllll hers."

Wanda shrugged. "Who's the lucky lady?" Wanda asked.

"She's Russian, she has a short temper when It comes to me and pranks sadly," I said sarcastically Wanda giggled.

"Oh damn. Must be exhausting looking after you." She rolled her eyes playfully.

Then we heard a bang two shots fired. Wanda caught them "Good Wanda!" I praised her as if she were a dog.

"Bark bark," She said jokingly.

"Right are you two done or do I need to break up the party?" Tony asked tired Wanda yawned.

"We'll be out in a minute start the quinjet please," I told him getting the files Fury wanted and then Wanda and I snuck back to the quinjet where Tony was asleep.

"AHHH!" I screamed he shot up and Almost shot me I dodged it and it hit a tree. Wanda burst out laughing.

"FUCK. Y/N!!!" Tony called out. "Good job!" He said laughing with us.

We put the qunjet in autopilot and fell asleep piled up together in the back.

I woke up when I was picked up. "Hey, котенок" nat gave me a tired smile.

".......Hey" I mumbled she took me to our room and stripped us off also removing her toy from me. She took me to the shower and washed the dirt and blood off me.

"Y/n when did you hurt your ankle?" She asked I looked up at her she was looking at me worried.

"The hydra base" I mumbled. I fell over at the hydra base but I thought nothing of it. My ankle was bruised and swollen

Nat dried us off and I changed into leggings and her hoodie she wore the same but the hoodie actually belonged to her.

She picked me up and took me somewhere I whined. "Nat nooo, I wanna sleep, Please!" She just continued Down the hall despite my escape attempts.

I ended up having a sprained ankle. Burce bandaged it up and nat held ice on it while I squirmed about helplessly on our bed.

Moral of the story? Don't fuck with Natasha Romanoff when she's on work calls.