Natasha Romanoff and Scarlett Johansson Imagina

🕷NATASHA ROMANOFF- Playing you 2

Hey Loves!
How are you? I hope you're all doing ok🥰
Soooo, this is part two of the previous chapter that some of you requested (JayleenAparicio Hat_dog_69 MommysHusband Evilwandaswife lizzieolsenmylover KamerynEdwards CalixtoWho OliviaKoh7 natasharomanoffsfan summerlol443).
I hope it doesn't suck that much since I'm not a badass AT ALL, I'm more the tipe of subby girl that does everything you say😅
Enjoy my dears!

Love you all
Daisy 💜

With time passing by, hiding your new lifestyle didn't feel necessary anymore, and slowly distancing yourself from the others team members came naturally. Going out every night, getting drunk and bringing a girl home is your lifestyle now and you don't regret it one bit. The alcohol burning down your throat makes you feel alive and your new "super power", making poor naive girls fall for you, send shivers down your spine, it makes you feel powerful, in control. And that's what you need at the moment, controlling something or better someone. But the best part comes the morning after your poor prey wakes up in your arms all warm and cozy and ready to talk about dating and feeling, but in the end you kick them out of your room like a broken toy. And it may sound cruel, but seeing their hurt expressions repay you for all the suffering you've gone through, cause now they know as well what being played with feels like. Every morning you say to yourself "I'm not bad, they just turned me this way." (please tell me you know the quoteee).
So, if on one hand you're enjoying your new life, on the other hand someone is suffering from it. Natasha's heart clenches everytime she sees a new girl entering your room and it fills with hope the next morning when you make them leave. That's right, we're talking about the same Natasha that played with your heart over a bet, the same girl that after you started giving her the cold shoulder realized she's really in love with you.
After giving you some time to calm down and eventually forgive her, she decides that today is gonna be the day she'll risk everything to get you back. She spent the whole day preparing her speech with Clint's help and then she goes knocking on your door as you were ready to go to a party.
Opening the door you find a nervous Natasha playing with her hands trying to relax, and saying you're pissed by this sight is an understatement. On the contrary the redhead can only blush and bite her bottom lip at the sight of you in a pair of gray, skinny jeans and your cleavage left in full view by a black lace corset.
You roll your eyes and spat out in an annoyed tone "Cut the drooling and speak Romanoff, I've places to be and things to do." Not even a second after the badass spy is crying and begging you to forgive her, to give her another chance. The view is ridiculously annoying and pathetic for you, in fact you're about to tell her to fuck off and go cry somewhere else, but then a wicked idea pop into your mind.
Showing off your best smile while grabbing her chin with your hand making eye contact and you coo "Aww my poor girl! How can I say no to a pretty thing like you, especially when you cry for me." The way she melts at your words and leans into your touch is so pathetic that you almost laugh, but you stop yourself instead bringing her face closer to yours until your lips are touching.

TIME SKIP TO THE NEXT MORNING (Cause I can)

It's been a special night, the type of night that would have made your old self fall on your knees for the redhead begging for more. But now you're the one in control, you have her wrapped around your fingers and it's time for your revenge.
As soon as you feel Nat starting to stir awake next to you, you get up and start getting dressed "Where are you going babe?" Natasha asks in a groggy and sleepy voice, only to have her clothes thrown at her face as a reply. She sits up looking at you confused "I'm not going anywhere. You're the one that has to get dressed and get out of my room." you reply with no emotion in your voice as you face your mirror to brush your hair. "(y/n) what are you talking about? We... Us... Last night..." she shutter with her eyes wide open, tears building in them. "Yeah last night was just for fun." you say casually while applying some eyeliner "You know your way out Romanoff, see you around." you then add, making sure to look at her through the mirror. And there she is, the sad face of a broken heart that always bust your ego and makes you smile.
You've finally got your revenge.

I have an exam in less than 4 hours and I'm so nervous! Someone saves me!😭