Natasha Romanoff X Reader - YOU’RE AN IDIOT
Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow X FemReader Fanfic
Synopsis: Being drunk can lead to some interesting conversations
Warnings: Language, suggestive conversation
Words: 643
So this is for @lesbian-deadpool ‘s pride writing challenge using the prompt “You’re a complete idiot.” “Right?”. Finished it on time as promised, anything for a pal!
The sound of Natasha’s laughter filled the car as she turned the steering wheel and took a corner to the right, “Baby I swear you’ve had way too much to drink.”
“I had like ... three, maybe four glasses of wine.”
Natasha snorted, “Try three or four bottles.”
“I think someone’s guilty of exaggerating.” You muttered, rubbing at your eyes as your rested your head against the passenger window. “And jealous because they had to be designated driver.”
“Oh so it wasn’t you that asked me where your girlfriend was just as we were leaving.”
Pressing your forehead against the cool glass of the window, you couldn’t help but grin, “What’s so bad about that?”
“I was under the impression that I was your girlfriend.”
“Aren’t you a little out of my league?” You teased, turning your head so that you could look at the other woman properly, “I think I’d remember if my girlfriend was as hot as you.”
Natasha’s hands worked at the steering wheel as she tried to hide a smile, “You’re a complete idiot.”
“Right?” You agreed enthusiastically, throwing your hands up for emphasis, “No way I landed a girl like you.”
“Well it seems you’re more of a catch than you give yourself credit for.” Teased Natasha, eyes drifting from the steering wheel to shoot you a playful smirk, “Even if you are kind of a hot mess right now.”
“Quit hitting on me and drive.”
Chuckling quietly, Natasha flicked the indicator down as she took another turn, “You know ... you can be pretty cute when you’re tipsy.”
Turning in the passenger seat, you settled back on your side and leaned your head on the head rest so you were able to just watch her. Natasha had to be the most beautiful woman you had ever seen and you found every aspect of her completely and utterly captivating. The green sparkle of her eyes, the way her lips would curl into a smile, the smooth, toned skin of her body, the way her eyebrow would arch when you made a sarcastic remark, the sound of her laughter, everything about Natasha set your soul on fire and made you hungry for more. She had it bad from the second you laid eyes on her, the first few weeks together on the team spent getting to know each other and becoming closer. The following months included tentative dating in secret; testing the waters of whether it would work and if it was the right decision to make. You couldn’t have resisted if you tried and almost seemlessly your relationship developed from friends to best friends and then to lovers until finally you were lucky enough to say that Natasha Romanoff had been your girlfriend for just over a year now.
“Stop staring at me like that, I need to concentrate.” murmured Natasha quietly, hands gripping the steering wheel tighter as she shot you a sideways glance.
You grinned mischievously, bending your legs at the knees and lifting your feet up onto the seat, “Staring at you like what?”
“I think we’ve been dating long enough for me to know what you’re like when you’re a bit drunk.” She answered, looking away from the road to smirk at you playfully, “And I can always tell when you’re undressing me with your eyes.”
Clutching a hand to your chest in mock shock, your mouth dropped open as you released a gasp, “Me? I would never.”
“I dunno baby...” started Natasha, looking back and forth briefly before pulling the car onto another street, “Booze usually makes you a little slutty.”
You reached over to smack her leg gently, “Rude.”
“Don’t worry,” she brought the car to a stop and cut the engine, turning to look you up and down slowly and purposefully in a way that sent a shudder down your spine, “I have no problem with you being a little slutty every now and again. As long as it’s only for me.”
“Now who’s undressing someone with their eyes.” You asked quietly, sitting up a little straighter in your seat.
Natasha’s smirk broadened, biting down on her lower lip in an attempt to stifle it as she leaned forward and gripped the front of your shirt with one hand, “How about I get you inside and we can see about undressing you properly?”
“Are you trying to take advantage of me Ms. Romanoff?” You asked in mock disgust, “That’s not very lady like.”
Tightening her hold on your shirt, Natasha tugged you closer and set her face in front of yours as she lowered her voice, “Nothing I’m about to do to you is gonna be very lady like, don’t worry.”
You allowed yours to give into her for just a second, leaning forward to press a brief kiss to her lips before breaking into a smile, “I don’t think my girlfriend would be very happy about this.”
With a roll of her eyes Natasha pecked your lips and released your shirt, leaning back to pull the keys out of the ignition and reach for the door handle, “You really are an idiot sometimes.”
“But you love me right?”
Pausing with her hand on the door, Natasha looked back at you with an expression that oozed sincerity and made your heart swell, “More than you know.”
“You can be the softest, you know that?”
“Maybe so.” Began Natasha, leaning back towards you and resting her lips beside your ear as she spoke in no more than a whisper, “But I’m still gonna have my way with you, pretty girl.”
You could only shiver as she pressed a kiss to the side of your neck and shot you a smirk before opening the door and shuffling out of her seat. It took a few seconds for you to snap your body into gear, sitting there with a dumb expression on your face and then giving your head a shake as you reached for the handle.
“Wait up!” You shouted after her, climbing out of the car and slamming the door closed behind you.
Natasha chuckled, clicking the button on the keys to lock the car, “Wait up? I need to get inside and pour a drink. I’ve got some catching up to do.”
“And you’ve got some big talk that you need to follow through on.” You added, walking towards the red head and patting her on the ass as you passed, “I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”
Watching you as you walked towards the house, glancing back and shooting her a wink over your shoulder, Natasha couldn’t help the rush of excitement and arousal that swept over her body. Maybe that drink could wait.
