Kinkmas

Snowed In

Summary:  When a blizzard hits and traps you and your wife into your new house, you both find the perfect opportunity to christen the whole house.

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings/Tags: Domestic Fluff, Snowed In, Lots of Smut, Dirty Talk, Thigh Riding, Shower Sex, Oral Sex, Fingering, Praise, Kitchen Sex, Grinding, Strap-ons, Rough Sex, Spanking, Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Choking, Table Sex, Soft Smut, Sofa Sex, Dom Natasha/Sub Reader

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The shrill chime of a phone alarm cruelly tore you out of your peaceful slumber, a groan indicating your annoyance leaving your lips instantly, head burying further against your makeshift pillow, the comfortable surface beneath you shaking in a small chuckle. Natasha couldn't stop the inevitable smile that took over her face at your reaction, still amused at how much you hated waking up early, your wife the polar opposite. Her arm swiftly reached on the nightstand to turn the noise off, a muffled noise of appreciation leaving you as your head nuzzles further against her chest, the redhead's fingers moving to your hair, softly scratching your scalp.

"I need to get up now," she murmurs ever so softly, apologetic in her tone as your arms defiantly wrap around her middle, pulling her impossibly closer, legs tangled under the sheets as you refuse to move.

"Five more minutes," you mumble against her, her body shaking momentarily as she huffs out a small laugh, lips pressing against your hair, smile stretching wider as you melt against her body, the embrace lulling you back to your desired sleep.

"I can't Moya Lyubov," she whispers, a small noise leaving you. "Not all of us have the day off," she teases, pointing out how she still had to go to work today.

The two of you had finally moved into a larger house outside of the city, wanting to have a proper place of your own as opposed to the apartments in New York or the Compound, meaning you had to find the time to unpack properly and decorate the house in not only your belongings but Christmas decorations. You had taken the next couple days off to kick start your new journey in this house, your body begging you to take advantage of the extra sleep you could have before being productive.

"Plus, I don't want Fury to be annoyed with me right before Christmas," she jokes, knowing how the man she was having a meeting with soon liked to secretly get her a gift, always playing it off coolly, "We both know I'm his favourite Agent."

"There's no need to brag," you mutter, making her laugh softly once again, her body cruelly parting from yours, your eyes gradually fluttering open to squint at her in annoyance, a pout evident on your face. Her lips press to yours softly, making the expression switch to a small, shy smile, her eyes gazing at you adoringly as your arms move to grab her pillow, bringing it towards your body to cuddle instead. "Now go shower, we don't want Fury's favourite Agent to be late," you grumble playfully, face half smushed against the soft fabric, her angelic laugh filling the room as she listens to your words, knowing she needed to start getting ready.

While Natasha was in the shower, your body started to dip in and out of consciousness, gradually falling back asleep, your duvet tucked tightly around you to keep you warm, face pressing further against her pillow, nose picking up her faint scent on it. You smiled at the smell of her, your ears faintly picking up the sound of the shower stopping, mind barely processing it as you continue to fall back into the peaceful slumber you were torn out of.

Your eyes only fluttered open when you felt the bed dip next to you, Natasha now fully dressed in black jeans that hugged her curves perfectly and a simple white blouse, your gaze flickering over her outfit briefly before meeting her softening emerald eyes, the various shades overflowing with love and care.