Natasha/reader Imagine
You and Nat ditch the party and make out
Reader’s written with fem in mind bcs I’m fem, but they could be any gender
This is my first reader insert so uhh
The music was blaring. The lights were too bright. You and Natasha had been stealing glances at each other all night, but neither of you made a move. You’d been fantasizing all night about an erotic game of truth or dare that never happened.
You left the party without saying goodbye.
Making your way down the stone stairwell, tears pricking your eyes, you heard the clack of heels behind you.
Natasha caught up to you at the 2nd floor.
“Hey…” she turned your shoulders and said your name. “What’s wrong?”
You shrugged. “Nothing. Party’s too loud. I’m tired.”
“It is really loud,” Natasha said. She added, “I’m tired too,” and sat down on the steps.
You followed as she kicked off her heels.
Your leg pressed up against hers, and it made your chest flutter.
Natasha wasn’t affected at all. Or so you thought, until her arm encircled your waist, and your face grew hotter than you thought possible.
“Relax,” Natasha whispered as her thumb rubbed your waist. “Unless… Do you want me to stop?”
“No!” You said right away.
She smiled and you averted your gaze. “I mean… whatever.”
“Tony’s music is exhausting after a while,” Natasha commented.
You huffed. “Yeah. I don’t like most of the music they play at these dumb parties.”
“What music do you like?” Natasha asked.
A smile spread across your lips as you tilted your head at her and told your your favorite artists and songs.
Natasha smiled back at you and pulled out her phone.
The disappointment of her hand leaving your waist ebbed as you saw what she was doing.
She opened Spotify and looked up one of the songs you mentioned. It was a love song. Slow and sweet. She tapped it and pushed the volume down as an ad blared.
She blushed and tucked her hair behind her ear.
“An Avenger can’t pay for Spotify premium?” You teased.
“Shut up,” she elbowed you. “Saving the world actually doesn’t pay well.”
When the ad ended, she cranked the volume up just the right amount. The stone stairwell created a beautiful echo to the music.
Natasha’s arm found its way back around your waist, and she leaned her head on your shoulder as the music played.
You couldn’t stop smiling. Not with butterflies dancing in your stomach. Not with Natasha Romanoff’s head on your shoulder, and hand on your waist.
When you thought the moment couldn’t get sweeter, Natasha lifted her head and began to sing along.
Your breath hitched. Natasha’s singing voice was heavenly. She was exactly what you imagined a choir of angels would sound like.
You drank her in. Her bright red lipstick. Her curls framing her face. Her heavy eyeshadow which was a little smudged at the edge of her right eye. The way her green eyes sparkled and gazed deep into yours.
Then you did something you’d been fantasizing about for months. Something you never had the courage to do.
You cupped her cheek and kissed her.
Natasha sighed and arched into the kiss. She pulled you closer by the waist, and her other hand stroked your thigh.
You let out a soft moan and ran your fingers through her hair.
Natasha deepened the kiss, taking your bottom lip into her mouth and sucking. Your tongues met, relishing in the taste of each other.
When the kiss broke, you were both panting quietly.
You brushed your thumb over Natasha’s lower lip, wiping off the spit, and further messing up her lipstick.
She smiled and breathed your name.
“Natasha,” you whispered back.
“God, I’ve wanted to do that forever,” she said.
“Me too,” you admitted.
The song came to a close and she stopped it.
“Let it play,” you said quietly.
“There’s gonna be another ad and it’ll ruin the moment,” she dipped her head to hide a sheepish smile.
You laughed. “Natasha, I really want to kiss you again.”
“I really want to kiss you again, too,” she said. “But these steps are filthy, and they’re hurting my ass.”
You giggled. “We could’ve picked a more romantic spot.”
“Fuck romantic, let’s go make out in my car,” she stood up and grabbed her heels with one hand, and your hand with the other.
You grinned. “I’d love to.”
