Gentle Caress Pairings | Natasha romanoff x f!reader Warnings | implied smut, pet names Word count | 689 Summary | Nat and aftercare
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Your breathing was heavy, laboured, as you came down from your high. Hands still wrapped tightly around one of the wooden slats of the headboard, your back fell into the mattress from where it'd been arched high. Your legs were shaking, thighs sticky with arousal and clit throbbing from the overstimulation.
"You're such a good girl for me, you can let go now." Nat's soothingly-soft voice cooed but your ear, her fingers finding their way over yours to guid you hands onto the bed at your sides. "I'm just going to get a cloth, I'll be right back, okay?"
You preened at the gentle and loving look in her green eyes, her soft fingers tucking some hair behind your ear before trailing over your jaw in a sweet caress. You offered her a small, but content, smile as she pressed her plump lips to your slightly sweaty forehead in a lingering kiss before her touch was gone.
She'd really pushed you today, pulling so many orgasms from you that you'd lost count. But you were good for her - you always were. You levelled your breathing, nuzzling into the pillow as your head rolled to the side, breathing in the scent that was distinctly Nat.
When she returned, Nat was clutching a warm, damn cloth in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. When she made it to the bed, the spy set the bottle down on the bedside table before perching next to your sprawled form.
The woman hummed a careful tune as she cleaned you, having already cleaned herself up and got into some pyjamas. She ran the warm cloth over your skin, wiping away the tears from under your eyes gently before placing a kiss to each cheek, each corner of your mouth and finally your lips.
Both smiling when she pulled away, you and Nat shared a loving look before she was dragging the cloth down your stomach and over your thighs. You flinched with a small whimper when the cloth ran over your sore folds, catching on your clit and making your hips jerk.
"Shhhh, shhh. That's it, baby. Doing so well for me now, it's almost over." Nat purred above you, the fingers of her free hand intertwining with yours and resting on your abdomen as she finished cleaning you up.
You received a peck on the lips before her warmth was gone again, the cloth tossed in the hamper and the lip of the water bottle placed on your bottom lip. You drank down the fluid eagerly, throat dry from moaning and screaming. You didn't stop until you drained the bottle, Nat's little 'good girl' making a tingle of pride jitter through your stomach.
Next she was taking your hands in hers, lifting them above your head and carefully slipping the fresh shirt onto your body. Once it was on she knelt on the floor before you, picking up your left ankle and pressing soft kisses to your calf.
"I love you so much." She mumbled into your skin, picking up the pair of sweats and guiding your foot into the leg. You couldn't help the dopey smile that was crossing your face now, a mixture of your tiredness and happiness all in one. Once you'd lifted your hips so that Nat could get the sweats fully onto your body she climbed up onto the bed again, pecking your lips sweetly.
She crawled onto the bed, pulling the covers back and helping you roll over to muzzle into her. Nat pulled the covers back over the two of you, smiling softly down at you when you buried your face into her chest, head resting on her breasts. She chuckled lowly when she felt your even breathing, your eyes already tight-shut with sleep as you dozed lazily.
"Good night, honey." Nat whispered, her lips feathering over your temple before she was letting herself drift into the land of sleep.
