Avengers Imagines

Mine -- Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: some language, girlxgirl if that wasn't implied, it gets a little heated

Description: You go out with the team even though you'd rather be doing anything else

Word count: 996

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It wasn't your idea to go to a club. There were plenty of other ways you would rather be spending your night off like binging a TV show or sleeping. Now there's an idea. And you're certainly not interested in playing any of your usual games, not tonight, at least. But the rest of the team insisted on going out, much to your displeasure.

"Mmm, that looks good." A man slides onto the barstool next to yours, looking at your drink with lust-filled eyes.

"Tastes even better," you shrug, pursing your red-stained lips as you sip the drink slowly. "Amaretto Stone Sour, I'd recommend it."

"I wasn't talking about the drink, sweetheart," the man smirks, eyeing your fitted-black dress with those same green lust-filled eyes.

Okay, maybe you are up for a little game.

"Can I get your name, beautiful?" The man raises his eyebrows, that same smirk never leaving his lips.

You do have to admit that this man is probably your type, or at least one of your many types. With his tall, strong build, light brown hair, and a trace of stubble on a perfectly chiseled jaw, he's very attractive. Plus, you love a little arrogance as much as the next girl.

"I'd rather you get me a drink," you smile sweetly, downing the rest of your drink effortlessly as you maintain eye contact with the handsome stranger.

"That I can do," he winks, flagging down a bartender. "A beer for me and another Amaretto Stone Sour for the lady."

"Such a gentleman," you tease, happily sipping on your free drink.

"I prefer to go by Dean."

You grin, not because of the way this Dean character is flirting with you, but because of the red-hot stare you feel on your back. Oh, yes. You do love a good game.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Dean," you smirk and lean towards him a little, y/e/c eyes on fire in the light of the club. "I'm Y/N."

You let Dean buy you a few more drinks as you talk and laugh, the alcohol barely buzzing through your system despite the number you've had. Dean is actually funny in a charmingly sarcastic way and you almost feel bad for flirting with him like this. Almost.

He begins to lean closer to you, so close that you can practically taste the beer on his breath. His hand hovers over your thigh and you feel bad for smiling, but this is really just too perfect.

"What do you think you're doing with my girlfriend?" An angry voice snaps, and you look up just in time to see a head of red hair yanking Dean away from you, quite aggressively if you do say so yourself.

"Girlfriend?" Dean's eyes grow wide and you can't tell if he's confused or simply shocked.

"I'm bisexual," you shrug casually as though this kind of thing happens to you every day, taking another sip of your drink as Dean gapes at you.

Natasha, however, has seemingly lost her all of her patience, though you doubt she ever had any to begin with, as she pulls you off of the barstool. You barely have enough time to sit your drink down before her lips are on yours and you eagerly kiss back, the taste of her lips more intoxicating than any drink Dean could've bought for you.

"That was hot," Dean notes when Natasha releases you and you watch as he pulls a $20 from his pocket and sits it on the bar. "But I think I'm going to go."

You watch him walk away with a smirk on your lips, but your humor is short-lived when you feel a tight grip on your wrist.

"We're leaving," Natasha says through gritted teeth, the fire in her eyes burning almost as bright as her hair. You let her pull you along, waving goodbye to the rest of the team who just gives you a fearful look. After all, none of them would want to see Natasha angry. No one dares to upset her.

When you make it outside in the brisk evening air you start walking towards a parked cab, but apparently Natasha has other ideas as she pulls you into the alleyway next to the club and backs you into a brick wall.

"What were you thinking?" She practically growls and your stomach turns with anticipation. Natasha rarely ever loses her cool, but it's a wild ride when she does.

"He was just buying me drinks," you reply innocently, gasping as her body presses up against yours sending a series of shockwaves down your spine. "I-I didn't even want to go out tonight."

It's hard to focus with her lips on your neck, teeth nipping at the vulnerable skin causing you to let out a soft groan.

"You knew exactly what you were doing," Natasha pulls away, and you miss the contact instantly. "You're the one who said you didn't want to play."

"I don't," you respond breathlessly, the mere closeness of her body sending you into a frenzy. But she's right, of course. Natasha is rarely ever wrong. "Were you.. jealous?"

"Flirting with him in front of me, wearing that," her hazel eyes are dark now as they take in the black dress that hugs your body and you can't stop staring at your beautiful girlfriend. "I don't get jealous." Red-lips pull into a mischievous smirk as they attach themselves to your jawline making you gasp in surprise. "I get even."

Natasha's hand brushes over your bare leg, raking your dress up as she makes her way higher. The other hand cups your face firmly, but not too rough, giving her complete access to the bare skin on your neck and collarbone.

"Nobody gets to to touch you," she growls, nibbling softly on your ear as you let out a content sigh. "You're mine. And you're about to find that out the hard way."

No, you think to yourself as you follow Natasha to the cab like a lost puppy, hickey's on your neck as clear as day. She's not jealous at all.

Maybe going out wasn't such a bad idea after all.

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Hey everyone! So this is the first imagine I've done with Nat, did you like it? Should I do more? I might look for a soulmate AU prompt I like for her! Please please feel free to let me know what you think and drop any ideas you have for any one of the Avengers either as a comment or you can message me! Thanks guys :)