Kinkmas

Christmas Shopping

Summary: After an eventful shopping spree with Nat for the rest of the team, you find a way to relieve the stress in the car park

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings/Tags: Christmas Shopping, Fluff, Protective Natasha, Dom Natasha/Sub Reader, Dirty Talk, Degrading, Teasing, Car Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Almost Caught, Choking, Fingering, Spit Kink (Natasha Spits in your mouth), Praise, Risky Sex

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The sound of chatter, Christmas music and announcements filled the once spacious area of the mall, the room now filled with swarms of people flooding through the various festive shops, searching for the perfect gift for their loved ones, a stupid secret Santa gift or possibly something that was still on sale after the Black Friday week, the event seeming to last forever now. With how busy it was, your arm wrapped tighter around the beautiful woman next to you, keeping her securely in your grasp as she led you through the sea of bodies blocking your way, your eyes not even bothering to look at the people in front of you, too busy being entranced by her.

Natasha's brows were slightly furrowed in concentration as she assessed the spaces free to manoeuvre in, her emerald eyes flickering between people as she guided you around, your eyes drifting across her perfect features. There was still a tint of pink dusting over her cheeks and the tip of her nose from the cold, eyes taking in the gentle slope of her nose and defined cheekbones and jawline, unable to tear away from her angelic features. You only did so when you accidentally bumped into someone as you weren't paying attention, a small apology leaving your lips as they grumbled in response, just wanting to get through the crowd.

"Are you alright Moya Lyubov?" Natasha murmurs softly as the two of you manage to reach the first store of the planned shop, your head tilting up slightly to meet your caring girlfriend's gaze, a hint of protectiveness evident in her features.

"I'm fine, thank you," you whisper, leaning your body further against hers, unable to resist wrapping your hand around her bicep tighter, still able to feel the toned muscle through the thick layers of winter clothing you were both wearing.

"Good," she mumbled in a tender tone, lips pressing against your forehead before your gazes both wander around the old music shop, intending to find Steve his Christmas present.

Your body relished in the warmth her body provided as your fingers grazed over various vintage vinyls, mouth pulling into an indecisive expression as you read through the labels on each item, unsure which one the Captain would prefer. You had managed to find two vinyls with songs from the 1940's, your head tilting up to look at Natasha's as she too contemplated which one to get Steve, her eyes conveying how in thought she was. Soon, her arm reached out for one of them, a small smile taking over her lips as she scanned over the item, making sure it was in perfect condition before providing you an explanation.

"I remember Steve humming the tune to this one on a mission once," she murmurs, your hands taking the present from her and smiling at the image of Steve softly humming the tune, thinking no one could hear him and most likely tapping his finger to the old song.

"He's such an old man," you tease when looking at the dates of the songs on the sleeve of the item, a soft chuckle leaving the woman next to you as she looks at a few other songs they had in the store, your eyes following hers to the old Russian vinyl they had, making a mental note to look more into the potential gift for her.

"He is an old man," she playfully murmurs back, "There's a reason his nickname is Gramps." Intertwining your arms once again after you had paid for the item, you laugh at her words, the pay check of being an Avenger making the whole ordeal of Christmas shopping a lot easier as the redhead amuses you, ticking the first name off the present's list.