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ladyinwriting18 · 6 months

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The Start Of Something New (Bruce BannerxReader)

Summary: Meeting you sparks something new for Bruce AND Hulk.

Words: 5,852 Warnings: Sex on the first date, PIV, Oral sex (female receiving), Hulk is a flirt, Only sex with Bruce tho.

When Tony had handed over the username and password to a newly made dating profile, Bruce had been very confused, and honestly, a tad reluctant.

However, after being hounded by his best friend to just give it a try, he gave in. The first few swipes had gone horribly. Most women unmatched with him after the first few messages. Or worse, they knew he was in the Avengers and had some sort of weird fetish about it. That is until he matched with you. Sweet, funny, beautiful, hard-working you.

You were like a meteor that knocked him out of orbit.

Something different than anything he had experienced with other partners. Messaging back and forth in the app had quickly turned into an exchange of numbers. Texting with you had been easier because it gave Bruce time to analyze his responses, but hearing your laugh while talking on the phone? God, he was certain there was no better sound. You were so open and honest that communicating came naturally. Which wasn’t something he was used to after his failed relationship with Natasha. He pushes those thoughts from his mind and instead focuses on nervously pacing outside of the Aquarium. After a month of good morning texts and late-night phone calls—today is the day. The day the two of you would finally meet in person and go on your first real date. You two had shared coffee over Facetime a few times, but to Bruce those weren’t dates. This would decide if you’d want to continue communicating. And though you made him feel at ease whenever the two of you spoke, the thought of fucking it all up weighs heavily on him. Bruce checks his watch for the fifth time before catching sight of his reflection in the glass exterior of the building. He fixes his hair while giving himself a pep talk. “Come on, Bruce. You’ve got this. Don’t overthink it, just be yourself.” Your Uber pulls up just as he finishes his words of affirmation. He quickly straightens his back and turns to see you just as you step out of the car. You’re wearing the prettiest little sundress that sways softly in the summer breeze. He gulps. You look perfect. Jogging over to you, he holds out his hand to help you up onto the curb. “Hey!” He closes the car door behind you with a nervous smile, “T-thanks for coming. You look amazing.”

You can tell that Bruce is nervous and it warms your heart. Little does he know that you feel similar. Not only is he a brilliant scientist, but he has saved the world multiple times…what right do you have to spend time with him? You try not to let your insecurities show and squeeze his hand, not only as a comfort to him, but for you as well. “Aw Bruce, thank you. That’s so sweet of you to say.” You let yourself size him up before quirking your head to the side. “You look rather handsome.” His cheeks flush, though he tries to hide it by talking about where he’s chosen to take you for your date.

“I was glad to hear that you enjoy the aquarium.” He keeps your hand in his as he steers you towards the entrance. “I thought it would be the perfect place to bring a so-fish-ticated woman like yourself.” Bruce laughs at his own dad joke before rubbing his face in embarrassment. Tony had told him to keep the dumb jokes at a minimum. But then his ears perk up at the sound of you giggling and a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. Just like the first time he heard you laugh over the phone, he’s instantly put at ease, “Thank you for not clam-ming up at my terrible humor.” You giggle harder, your free hand coming up to grip his bicep. “Your humor is not terrible!” you lightly scold as you approach the first tank of colorful fish. They instantly capture your attention. “Wow, they’re all so beautiful!” Your hand on Bruce’s bicep feels so warm. He can’t stop himself from staring at your reflection in the glass—you look good together.

“Which one is your favorite?” he asks to stop himself from planning out an entire future with you. It’s too soon for that. Especially when there are so many variables that could mess things up. You tilt your head to the side, taking a moment to respond, “Hmmm, probably this one.” You point to a fish with a blend of blue and purple scales.

He nods and looks at the corresponding identification card printed next to the tank.

“Oh look here, that one is native to Wakanda. The scales are used to produce important and sustainable fertilizer for their diverse agricultural offerings.” He realizes he’s rambling, and looks to you wide-eyed. “Sorry, I tend to ramble when I get excited.” You smile and turn to face him fully. “There’s nothing to apologize for. You’re so smart, Bruce. I could listen to you talk for hours.” Sheepishly, he rubs the back of his neck. He can’t deny that the praise feels good but he feels undeserving. “I mean I only read what the identification card says,” he deflects with a teasing grin, hoping the joke would hide his insecurities. You cock your hip before playfully swatting at his upper arm. There’s such a fire in you. Bruce adores it. “You know what I mean, Doctor Banner. Now, show me which fish is your favorite?” Your curiosity about his interests has him lighting up. He doesn’t hesitate to pull you over to another tank. “My favorite is right over here.” Dropping your hand, he instead comes to stand behind you. With one hand on your waist and the other pointing out the fish. He hadn’t meant to tuck you so perfectly against him, but he did, and now he doesn’t ever want to move away. The smell of your shampoo and perfume mix together, leaving him totally captivated. It takes all his restraint to keep talking and not bury his face into your hair.

“That’s the puffer fish, or Tetraodontidae. They have this defense mechanism, so basically, when they are threatened, they can expand to over double their size. I guess I have a soft spot for them.”

You find yourself leaning back against his chest as you listen to his explanation. His reasoning not only makes perfect sense but shows you how insightful he can be. “I can understand why. It’s almost like you and Hulk.” You turn your head to meet his gaze. It’s only then that you both realize just how close you’ve both become. Bruce can’t help but notice that his lips are inches from yours. “Yes. It’s like me and Hulk.” His voice comes out huskier than he intends. There’s a tension building. One that’s begging to break free. All either one of you would have to do is close the last remaining inches, but before you can, Bruce’s watch beeps. It breaks the trance and has you both stepping back from one another. He checks his watch and silences the alarm. “Shoot, we have to hurry. There’s something I need to show you!” Without another word, he takes your hand and starts leading you to another part of the aquarium. There’s a bounce in his step as he walks you to the big surprise. His whole reason for picking the aquarium for your first date is because on your dating profile, you had written that your favorite animals are otters. Bruce had tucked this piece of information away until he needed it. He had painstakingly looked for an aquarium that not only had an otters exhibit but gave people the chance to pet them. He couldn’t wait to see the look on your face when you found out. But when you both turn the corner you are instead faced with a giant sign that reads “Exhibit Closed for Renovation”. His heart drops and the blood in his veins starts to boil. He had checked the website! Had planned the entire date around this! “The website said it was going to be open!” he grits out as the hand not holding yours clenches into a fist. He feels Hulk beneath his skin, tugging to be let out. Bruce tries to suppress the feeling, but his chest begins to heave. Things have been better between them. No longer did he treat Hulk as a monster but as a part of him. Bruce made space for him in his home and life, which led to them not needing to fight one another for control. Instead, they attempted to live side by side. However, this is different. It mirrors a time when even the slightest inconvenience would trigger the Hulk. The tips of his ears and fingers prickle to a subtle shade of green. “This isn’t fair. Now everything is ruined!” He lets out a low growl and grips the hand he’s holding until you wince. You don’t have time to respond before you’re forced to rip your hand out of his grasp. That’s when you notice the color of his fingertips. Not knowing what to do to help, but not willing to abandon him, you step in front of him and cup his face. “Bruce? I need you to look at me. Nothing is ruined.” As you talk, you maneuver him backward until you’re both tucked away in a corner close to an emergency exit. You figure this is the best place for him to be if he did in fact lose control. Unfortunately, Bruce doesn’t respond. Instead, he tucks his chin to his chest and continues to breathe heavily. You say his name with a little more force, but still, nothing. He’s too preoccupied with the fury bubbling in his stomach. It causes tendrils of anger to spread through his limbs. Your words are muffled and your touch is hot. All his internal attempts to calm himself are destroyed by the deep seeded anger and self-loathing.

“This always happens. I can’t do anything right. Everything is ruined.” You’re more panicked now, it’s evident in your tone. “Forget about the otters! I don’t care. Please, Bruce, I’m just happy to be here with you!” What do you do? How do you break him from this spell? You needed him to focus on the good! An idea pops into your mind and before you have a chance to think it over…you do it. You grip his face, jerking it towards you, and kiss him—hard on the mouth. Your arms encircle his neck, putting your all into the kiss and trembling slightly. All you can do is pray your plan works and he kisses you back. For Bruce, his world stops spinning and time stands still. The kiss is enough to bring him back to the present. His heart rate settles and his skin tone reverts to normal, but his eyes are shut tight. He can’t kiss you back, not like this. Not when you were only kissing him for your safety. So he gently pushes you away. “T-Thank you…for that but I’m…I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have had to…do that just to shut me up.” His words confuse you and you speak over him before he can continue, “I didn’t do it to shut you up! I did it because I wanted to and because I thought giving you something happy to think about would help.” You lose your nerve, faltering momentarily. “I…I’m sorry if I was wrong. I shouldn’t have kissed you without your consent.” Bruce’s brow furrows and he finally meets your gaze again. “Wait, you wanted to kiss me?” You nod in earnest and he smiles. He brings his hand to cup your cheek. “You were so brave and strong. I can’t thank you enough for being here for me.” You relax into his touch, letting your face rest in his palm. You’re so beautiful and sweet. It makes Bruce long for things he hasn’t allowed himself to want. “I’m also sorry for assuming you were kissing me out of pity. I guess I just couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to kiss…that.” He motions behind him, to where the Hulk had almost been standing.

You tilt your head to the side, giving him a questionable look. “The Hulk is just a part of you. I know you’re used to people being afraid of him, but I’m not. I would kiss you, him, and anything else in between.” His cheeks twinge pink. Someone kissing Hulk? That wasn’t something Bruce could even fathom, but the feeling of his pulse skipping a beat tells him that his green counterpart is excited by the offer. Nervously, he chuckles at the realization. “W-Why don’t we take things one step at a time?” He says this not only to you but to appease Hulk into calming down. You take his hand and nod in agreement. The touch sends tingles from his palm and up his arm, making him feel bold. “Can I…I mean, may I kiss you? For real this time?” You nod with a smile and Bruce closes the distance between you. The kiss is soft and chaste but he can still taste the sweetness of your mouth. He hums at the taste but pulls away before he loses himself. “There’s one more thing I wanted to show you.” He extends his hand to you. “Come with me?” You take it and let him lead you to the back of the aquarium. He leads you past countless tanks of exotic fish until you come to a dark room. So dark that it’s almost pitch black, but quickly your eyes adjust, revealing tanks filled with various-sized jellyfish. You gasp at how delicate they are, their subtle glow showing their translucence. Their bodies pushing and pulling them through the water in an almost intricate dance.

“Did you know that jellyfish are the world's oldest animal?” You shake your head ‘no’, transfixed on the tanks before you but soaking in his words like a sponge. “Scientists have found fossils indicating they preceded dinosaurs. I think they're magical.” You’re alone in this small dark space, and Bruce steps closer to whisper into your ear. “I think you’re pretty magical too.”

You gasp and turn towards him, whispering his name just before he captures your lips in another kiss. He’s more confident now, pulling you closer by your waist and gripping your hips tightly. You make out like teenagers, anxious and hungry for more. He whimpers at how good you feel and you can’t help but shudder against him in response. Your hands slide up to wrap around his broad shoulders. You feel safe in his arms so you push your body flush against him. He responds in turn, opening his mouth so that your tongues can touch. You’re so turned on that you’re certain you’ll combust, but he breaks the kiss. He’s breathing hard, clearly attempting to calm his heart rate. You give him space to do so and instead lace your fingers with his. He smiles his thanks before speaking. “How about on the way out, we take you to the gift shop so I can buy you a stuffed otter to make up for not being able to see the real ones?” You nod in excitement until it clicks that the date will be ending soon. “I would love that, but…what if after, I didn’t want to go home? What if I wanted to go home with you?” It takes Bruce a few moments to process exactly what you’re asking, but once it does his eyebrows shoot up his forehead. “Yes! Uh…I mean, I would be honored.” The gift shop, walking to his car, and the drive to his home go by in a blur. One minute, you were asking him to take you home, and the next, you were holding a stuffed otter in your lap as he opened the car door for you.

You smile at the gesture, letting him help you out of his car, and walking up the front steps to his home. Little do you know, Bruce is holding his breath in hopes that he hadn’t left his home a mess before leaving. He sighs in relief after unlocking the door and seeing that the house is relatively clean. You step forward, taking in your surroundings, but his eyes are taking in your body. He imagines taking you to his bed and undressing you slowly. You move about his home, having no idea he was undressing you with his eyes. “You have a lovely home, Bruce. Most guy’s homes are…well…gross.” You giggle to yourself before placing your otter on the couch. He says your name in a way that make the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. It sounds hot…needy…sexual. You turn to him, and like the opposite ends of two magnets, you’re pulled together–crashing into each other. No longer able to resist, your hands grope and mouths meet. You want to beg for more but he’s already hoisting you up by the waist and carrying you down the hall. You don’t know where he’s taking you, and frankly, you don’t care as long as he keeps kissing you.

He stumbles while pushing open his bedroom door with his foot, but quickly regains his stride over to his bed so he can carefully lay you down. Your hair fans out along his pillows and he sighs. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

Hearing him curse has you biting your bottom lip. You grip his shirt and tug him towards you until he’s leaning over you. “I want you, Bruce. I’ve wanted you since the first time we talked on the phone.” He nearly chokes at your confession because he’s certain he had made an utter fool of himself on that phone call. “Please…” Your plea breaks him from his thoughts as your fingers start working on unbuttoning his shirt. “Please don’t make me wait anymore.” Shit. Shit. Shit. This was happening. This was really about to happen. Bruce’s cock jumps within the confines of his pants. “I won’t, Princess. I won’t make you wait.” His words are rushed, breathless as trembling fingers work on unzipping your sundress. “I’ve been wanting you too.” You’re both rushing to get one another naked now. His shirt. Your dress. His pants. Your bra. His cock is freed from his boxers and Bruce sighs with relief. You blush at the sight of how hard and thick he is. It would fill you up so perfectly. He looks at you with the same amount of desire in his gaze. Your nipples harden under that gaze, causing his cock to throb. And then he’s on you, crawling over your body so he can cage you beneath him. He can’t help himself from kissing his way down your chest and stomach, pausing only when he gets to the waistband of your lace panties. “May I?”

He doesn’t need to ask, but the fact that he does warms your heart. You nod, giving your consent, and he hooks two fingers under the lace. You lift your hips, making it easier for your panties to be pulled down your legs. Once free of them, you let your legs fall away to reveal your cunt to him. You blush, knowing you’re already wet with slick. “Your kisses have been making me wet all afternoon,” you whisper, embarrassed. Bruce perks up at this information, letting a finger trace along your folds. “Wow, really? All afternoon?” You nod, your face feeling hot. “I love that you’re this wet for me.” He turns his head so he can leave kisses along your inner thigh. “I want to taste,” he groans, hungry for it. So hungry that he dives his face between your thighs, licking from your slit to your clit. He moans as the taste and scent of your cunt fill his senses. You moan at the feeling of his tongue alternating between licking your clit and slipping his tongue inside. Each time, your inner walls clench around the muscles of his tongue. “Oh God, y-you’re so good with your mouth!” you pant, starting to buck your hips. Lewdly, he devours your wetness, grunting against your flesh. His arms wrap around your thighs and pull you forward so your cunt is smashed against his face. He turns his focus on your clit, eagerly sucking on it. He’s so turned on by the noises you’re making and the taste on his tongue that he can’t stop himself from rutting into the mattress to get some relief. “I want you to cum on my face,” he declares suddenly, as if the idea just popped into his head and he couldn’t stop himself from saying it out loud. “Can you do that for me?” You find that you can only nod as the pleasure steadily builds throughout your limbs. “Here, let me try this,” he says as he slips his middle finger into your awaiting hole. Instantly, you grind down on it, crying out his name when he starts fingering you harder. His mouth returns to your clit, swirling his tongue over it to drive you closer and closer to the edge. And damn are you close to that edge. You scream for him, tell him how good he’s making you feel. He doesn’t let up, and without warning, your back is arching off the bed as you cum all over his face, just like he wanted you to. He works you through your aftershocks, licking up every drop of cum that spills out of you until your body slumps back onto the bed. It’s only then that he eases his finger out and sits back on his knees. “That…was incredible,” he pants with a light chuckle and then leans over you once more to leave a kiss on your temple. “Thank you for that, Princess.” You practically purr at the nickname. Usually, names like that give you the ick, but Bruce saying it gives you butterflies. “I love it when you call me that. I like being your Princess.” You hook a leg around his waist, beckoning him closer so his cock is nestled against the cleft of your cunt. He whimpers, grinding his erection against you. He wants to be inside you, wants to fuck you hard and deep, but he needs to slow down. “W-Wait, wait,” he pleads, holding your hips firm in an attempt to keep you both in place. “We…We need to talk first.” Something about his tone gives you pause. “What’s the matter?”you ask, giving him your full attention. Bruce worries at his bottom lip, wanting to say the right thing. “I don’t want to scare you but…sometimes…uh, when I cum, I turn a little…green.” A blush works its way up from his neck. “If you catch my drift.” You sit up, more intrigued than afraid, but the man before you misunderstands and continues on nervously. “You have n-nothing to worry about, I promise you. I would never let anything happen to you.” You silence him by pressing a finger to his lips. “I’m not afraid. Not of you or of him. I want to make you cum.” Your hand drops, replacing it with your lips, whispering against his mouth. “I want to make you both cum.”

Your acceptance of him and his other half stirs an animalistic lust from deep within him. When he moves on top of you, it feels as if it’s in tandem with Hulk. They had never moved as one before. Had never wanted the same thing so completely as they do now.

Bruce kisses you roughly, tongues rolling along one another while their bodies grind. He aligns his cock with your opening, moaning in between your kisses. “Is that what the sweet girl wants? To make us cum so hard that we turn for you?” His voice is deeper, with pupils blown wide with lust. His words have your heart racing, and although this is your first time in Bruce’s bed…something tells you it’s both he and Hulk who would be fucking you tonight. You push your forehead against his and nod eagerly. If he was going to speak, it’s cut off by the growl that bubbles up from his throat. He’s completely overtaken by his feral alter ego, and in one fell swoop, sheathes his cock fully inside of you. You yelp, tensing at the sudden intrusion, but damn does he fill you up. However, the sound seems to bring Bruce back into himself. “S-Shit, I’m sorry. Are you alright?”

You feel him starting to pull out of your heat. “Don’t!” you cry, wrapping your legs around him to keep him in place. “D-Don’t stop, Bruce. You feel so good. Please don’t stop.”

He nods, relieved that he hasn’t hurt you, and starts rolling his hips. “Mmhh, you feel good too. So tight.” But his slow pace doesn’t last long. His hands push your legs away, giving him space to pull out and then slam back in. You both throw your heads back, swearing loudly at the first deep thrust. Your walls had clenched so perfectly around his length so he pulls out and does it again. The drag of his thick cock along your walls is making you gush. You scream his name and claw at his back. You can’t seem to focus on anything but the hard pounding rhythm of his cock. Bruce bows his head and starts kissing, biting and sucking at your breasts. He does so as passionately as he had eaten your cunt, making you wonder if he has a slight oral fixation when it comes to sex. Not that you mind. You’ll wear the marks he’s leaving on your breasts with pride.

A hand reaches between your legs to find your clit and rub firm circles on it. You arch into his touch and thrusts, trying to meet both. It causes a wet slapping noise to fill the room as he ruts into you.

Every thrust brings a flush of green across Bruce’s broad back. But he can’t cum. Can’t turn.

He needs to make you cum and he needs to keep you safe. But his control is slipping the closer his orgasm becomes. “A-Am I making you feel good, Princess?” You don’t hesitate to moan your reply in between desperate pants, “Yes, fuck yes! G-Getting close. More Bruce. Fuck m-me more, make me cum!” Any momentary self-consciousness fades at the sight of you falling apart. He gives you exactly what you need and cracks his hips faster, harder, rougher, while keeping firm pressure on your clit. It has your muscles tightening, that feeling of sweet release just within reach. His movements become sloppy, unable to keep away his own orgasm for much longer. But you’re too close to cumming to notice or care. “Cum for me, Princess. I…I need you to cum with me.” His words are all you need to come crashing over the edge. Your orgasm rocks you to your core, the entire time chanting his name like he’s your own personal God. Your inner walls pulse around every throbbing inch of his cock, coaxing him to reach his own peak.

His back contorts and green flashes down his arms and legs as he cums, filling you with it as he screams, sounding more monster than man. Was he about to…turn?

You don’t have time to react, because as quickly as it started, Bruce collapses on top of you. You’re honestly too stunned to react but the sound of a whimper breaks you from it. “Bruce?” Your arms come around him so you can stroke his back and hair. “Are you alright?”

It takes him a few minutes of heavy breathing before he’s able to lift his head.” I-I’m okay. Could we just…lay here for a little while?” He sounds exhausted and lost. It tugs at your heartstrings. “Of course, for as long as you need,” you whisper, allowing your fingers to delicately trace over the lines of his back. For a long while, you lay together with his cock still nestled inside you. Not that you mind, it feels right being close to him. When he’s ready, Bruce slowly props himself up and slips out of you before looking you in the eye. He sheepishly thanks you, looking rather flustered. “I’m uh…sorry if I scared you earlier…you just felt so good and he…” Bruce trails off, clearly too embarrassed to continue, so you sit up and cup his cheek so he looks at you. “You have nothing to apologize for. You made me cum so hard. I’d let you fuck me over and over again if you wanted to.” He visibly perks up at that and can’t stop the boyish grin from spreading across his features. You grin back. “I guess I made him feel good too…if he was fighting to break out.” He takes a calming breath and runs a hand through his hair. “He uh…still does.”

“Really??” You sound shocked but intrigued. “Do you…uh want to let him out? I wouldn’t mind meeting him.” Bruce hesitates, not knowing if letting Hulk out is a good idea, but then he looks back at you. His eyes roam over your beautiful naked body that is now sitting back against the headboard.

An image of you relaxing in his bed every morning from now until the end of time flashes through his mind. But it isn’t just his fantasy…it’s Hulk’s. “Well…he does think you’re pretty.” “Really? He told you that?” You blush, biting your bottom lip, and Bruce can’t help but chuckle at how adorable you look. “It’s more like a feeling, but yes, in a way.” You nod in understanding and wait for his final say on the matter. “Okay, you and Hulk can meet,” he agrees, and you happily squeal. “I’ll see you in the morning?” “In the morning,” you repeat, and Bruce leans in to give you another kiss before standing. He makes his way over to his dresser and pulls out a clean pair of boxers that are enhanced to stretch to Hulk’s size. “Now, if anything goes wrong, don’t hesitate to use my phone and call Tony,” he says over his shoulder while slipping the boxers on. “Call Tony, got it! But everything will be fine,” you reassure as you reach over the side of the bed to grab your underwear, and Bruce’s discarded shirt and put them on. When you look back at him, he’s facing away from you with his back rounded. He groans as loudly as he did when he came but is undoubtedly pained. Green muscles ripple out from his spine, up his neck, and down his limbs. You watch amazed as he doubles in size right before your eyes. He sways for a moment before gaining his footing and turning around to face you. Your breath catches in your throat at the realization that the famous Hulk is standing in front of you. “H-Hi there. I’m–”

“HULK KNOWS.” His deep booming voice cuts you off. “You do?” Hulk nods. “YOU’RE PRETTY LADY.” The pet name makes you giggle and move closer to him but still remain perched on the edge of the bed. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Your eyes roam over him, wondering what being held in his arms would feel like. “Is…Is this where you sleep too? Or do you have your own room?” You use the questions as a way to distract your mind from thinking about his touch. He scrunches his green nose up in distaste, “BANNER’S MATTRESS TOO LUMPY. HULK HAS BIGGER BED.” He points down the hall to where the home’s second bedroom is. “PRETTY LADY WANT TO SEE HULK’S ROOM?”

“I would love that.” You smile and he holds out his hand for you to take. You do so, and with more gentleness than should have been capable of someone his size, he helps you out of bed and leads you to his room. However, the entire way, your eyes stayed glued on Hulk–memorizing and taking in the parts of him that were still innately Bruce. With your tiny hand in his massive one, he steps inside his bedroom, no longer needing to crouch down because the ceiling is higher now. The walls are covered with photos and newspaper clippings of the Avengers and their families. You smile, it’s endearing to see that he has a soft side. Hulk flops down on the extra-large mattress with a smirk, stealing your attention away from the photographs. “HULK’S ROOM BETTER. BED SOFTER AND BETTER FOR SNUGGLES.” He pats the spot next to him on the bed, silently inviting you over. You raise a brow in his direction.

You couldn’t believe it…he was flirting with you. Boldly flirting with you at that! As if he already knew he had you right where he wanted… Those green eyes look at you like the alpha of a pack, ready to lay beside his mate. Maybe Hulk wasn’t just Bruce’s rage personified but also his self-confidence with the opposite sex. Not having an answer, you decide to climb up and join him on the bed. If he wants to be a flirt, then so would you. You lay down beside him so you can rest your head on his rather huge bicep. “Mmhm, you’re right…much more comfortable.” You smirk up at him. Seeing the smug look on your face has him laughing, his frame rumbles with it. “PRETTY LADY LIKE HULK’S ARMS BETTER! BANNER WILL BE JEALOUS.”

You shake your head at his silliness. “I love both of your arms,” you lightly scold until you yawn without warning. “Shoot, sorry about that. I guess I’m more tired than I realized.”

Hulk shakes his head at your apology and lightly pats your head. “NO SORRY. PRETTY LADY SLEEP NOW.”

You nod, suddenly finding it difficult to stay awake. He pulls you in, letting you fully nestle against him.

“BANNER SAYS PRETTY LADY LIKES HAIR PLAYED WITH.”

At first, his words confuse you, but then you remember one late-night phone conversation when you told Bruce that having your hair played with always puts you right to sleep.

You smile at the memory, confirming Hulk’s words, and his fingers find their way into your hair. He gently strokes and pets, leaving you nearly purring.

Hulk chuckles under his breath but doesn’t stop the movement of his fingers. “PRETTY LADY SOUNDS LIKE KITTEN.”

“I guess that makes me Hulk’s kitten,” you mumble, trying to stifle another yawn.

“HULK’S KITTEN,” he repeats softly in agreement. “CLOSE YOUR EYES, KITTEN. HULK KEEP YOU SAFE FOR BANNER.”

Your half-lidded eyes finally fall shut.

It only takes another moment and you’re asleep.

Hulk watches you, not wanting sleep to overtake him, but it isn’t easy when he feels so relaxed with you in his arms. Eventually, exhaustion seeps in, winning him over. But just before he fully subcomes to sleep, both Hulk and Bruce share the same thought.

This would be the start of something new.

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fluffyprettykitty · 8 months

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cockwarming with our delicious bruce banner for your lovely summer sleepover 😏

pairing: bruce banner x female reader

wc: 300 warnings: cockwarming, teasing, edging

a/n: thank you so much for requesting baby, enjoy! :)

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"Brucey..." You whine and run your fingers through his beard as he starts to look at you exasperated. He hated repeating himself yet you had gotten stupidly horny to the point where it hurt.

Now, you know he had to put work first, his scientistic discoveries and all that helped the world and made aliens happy or whatever, you honestly didn't care anymore. Instead, you just whined more and hopped on his lap in disagreement.

"Shhhh..." You halt your movements and look at him in frustration. Bruce shushes you putting one finger on your lips. "No whining."

"It's been an hour."

"And it's gonna be much more if you don't behave." You pout and throw your head on his chest, rolling your hips forward in revenge. You slowly grind against him as he is trying to type on his keyboard.

"If you never let me finish my work, you'll never get to finish either." He warned you once again and you just whined and rubbed yourself on him.

"You really don't like making things easy for yourself, do you?"

"Mmmm." You mumbled shutting your eyes and resting your chin on his shoulder squeezing him closer.

"Right. Right." Bruce mumbled and continued on with his work, and you couldn't help but wonder that maybe his hard-on just helped him work faster and focus better, you honestly couldn't explain, instead you just impatiently sat and waited for your dinner.

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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thigh riding headcanons ; original avengers & loki (18+)

kinktober day twenty five extra

pairing ; bruce banner x gender neutral!reader, clint barton x gender neutral!reader, loki laufeyson x gender neutral!reader, natasha romanov x gender neutral!reader, steve rogers x gender neutral!reader, thor odinson x gender neutral!reader, tony stark x gender neutral!reader

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bruce banner

thigh riding is the safest way for bruce to pleasure you because there’s very minimal risk of him hulking out and hurting you

it also allows you both to work around his busy schedule and the state of exhaustion it leaves him in

like he can just lay back in bed in his pyjamas and let you take care of yourself with minimal work on his end whilst he just praises and encourages you in equal measure

or you can just straddle him when he’s at his desk in the lab and take care of yourself whilst he works on some paperwork — one arm holding you steady against his chest whilst the other works on whatever s.h.i.e.l.d assigned to him

he also just enjoys seeing you ride his thighs because he gets a perfect view of every expression and reaction you give him

clint barton

thigh riding is usually used as a type of foreplay for clint or just as a way for you both to get off when you’re both too tired or too busy to do anything else

it’s usually very messy and clumsy, filled with lazily wandering hands and sloppy kisses as you love against each other

he’ll be half guiding you, half letting you take control — getting pleasure both from pleasuring you and from the minimal friction caused by you brushing against his clothes crotch

clint isn’t necessarily talkative when you guys do this, but he does tend to let out a good few grunts, groans and muffled moans that sound vaguely like your name

big on teasing you about it after the fact either through outright stating how good you looked/sounded/felt or by slapping/pinching/patting your ass as a sign of appreciation

loki laufeyson

thigh riding is an act that loki can either take or leave depending on your preferences

like he doesn’t dislike it, and in fact would quite enjoy to see you pleasuring yourself on his thigh — so desperate for him that you can get off without much intervention so long as he’s there

but he solidly prefers oral and penetrative sex to thigh riding

that being said, if you were to ask him he’d be more than happy to oblige — spreading his legs wide to accommodate you where he’s sat and patting one thigh in an inviting gesture be treated by the smug, mischievous smirk that graces his features

he’d either give you his complete attention or none at all; either returning his focus back to whatever it was he was doing beforehand (likely reading a book) and allowing you to take what you needed from him, or taking complete control and guiding you every step of the way as you get off on his thigh

the former is a subtle way to humiliate you and get you to beg for him — to show off the effect he has on you without him having to say a word (you can’t get off without him yet you’re eager enough to soil his clothes with your desperation)

and the latter is a complete show of his dominant nature: large hands grasping at your waist or hips to hold you in place with no room for argument, piercing eyes shamelessly looking over every inch of your body, strong thigh pressed up against your clothed sex and silver tongue teasing and mocking you for your desperation

either way, your climax will come on his terms and you’ll be receiving plentiful teasing commentary before, during and after the fact (including remarks about you returning the favour in due time)

natasha romanov

thigh riding is something that nat enjoys being on the giving and receiving end of depending on her mood

if you’ve been good or she’s too tired to have sex with you, she’ll instruct you to straddle her thigh and ride it — keeping one hand on your hip to maintain control as she lets you take what you need

though this doesn’t mean she’ll let you get away with anything — you’re still very much so at her mercy even if you’re on top, so expect to be given instructions to follow and proper punishments if you fail to do so

even if your relationship is more vanilla, nat would still maintain this air of dominance she’d just lay off the punishments

if she were to ride you, however, it’s usually due to a combination of your misbehaviour and her need for release

as in she’ll straddle you and take whatever pleasure she wants, allowing you to see her completely bare and horny, but forbidding you from touching her and denying you that same release in return (i.e. you can see her but you cannot touch her)

steve rogers

thigh riding is a completely alien concept to steve and would only really be done if he’s too busy to tend to you otherwise (such as if he’s prepping for a mission and has been neglecting you)

doesn’t really guide you as he trusts you enough to let you take what you need, but will have one hand lightly gripping your waist to make sure you don’t fall

will dutifully follow any requests you make of him — though he will 100% get rather red in the face and stammer slightly through his “of course”s and “like that?”s

and whilst he does try to get his work done, he can’t help but get distracted and aroused by the sounds you’re making and the feeling of you sliding along his thigh — especially if you’re leaving a wet patch behind

so despite his best efforts, no more work will be done after this as thigh riding will usually precede love making unless he’s physically unable to do so for some reason

thor odinson

thor is always eager to please you and can get off on giving pleasure alone, so thigh riding would be something he’d happy to try with you

starts off very chatty and vocal, one hand leisurely resting on the small of your back as he praises and compliments you in every tongue he knows — only occasionally breaking it up with questions about if you’d like him to do anything

trusts you to take the reins for the most part, but will sometimes move his thigh up to meet you just to get a reaction out of you

well he tries to hand over the reins, but after a while the combined friction of your leg accidentally brushing against his crotch and the feeling of your arousal through his clothes starts to get the better of him and he starts to take control

of course he’s still chasing your high, but the way his large hands are gripping your waist and his mouth is crashing against yours — successfully muffling the loud groans and grunts he’s making — may be enough to convince you otherwise

but either way you’ll end up reaching your high soon enough, with plentiful bruises on your hips and the swollen lips to prove it

tony stark

tony tends to treat thigh riding as a type of foreplay or one way of him to meet you in the middle if you have a higher libido — which would be shocking considering his reputation

he doesn’t really get too much pleasure out of having you ride him, but he’s not shy about enjoying the view - tending to lean back on his forearms and letting you take what you need

shamelessly looks you up and down and is very big on dirty talk when you’re riding his thighs — commenting on how he can feel you through his clothes and telling you to just “take what you need honey/babe/etc.” whilst he relaxes

as foreplay he’d be much more involved, using it as a way to make sure you’re prepped and excited beforehand by moving with you and reaching down to play with you through your clothes as you grind against him

but either way this man will not be subtle about how much he loves seeing you come undone on top of him

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Kinktober Day 16: Sex Tape

Bruce Banner x GN! Reader

Summary: Trying out something with Bruce.

Warnings: Smut, Camera, Sex Tape

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Minors do not interact!

Watching as Bruce grabbed his phone, pointing at you recording as you lay on the bed naked, climbing onto the bed, then moving between your legs on his knees shirtless with sweatpants hanging from his hips.

Looking down, seeing the outline of his cock begging to be in you, a hand runs up your body with the camera following its direction. Seeing as Bruce's face turns into pure attraction in what he sees, pulling him in, locking your legs around, then slowly rocking your hips against his clothed cock.

Earning moans as you continue, causing his grip to tighten onto your skin, quickly removing his hand to then pull down his pants, letting out his hard cock.

Twitching in the air before guiding it into you, slowly sinking into your warm insides, moans sound from both of you while gripping onto one another.

Still holding up the phone as it recorded the drunkenness on your face as his cock filled you, enjoying every inch of him as Bruce's moan sang to you. Watching as he pointed it down to his cock as he fucked you, with your moans filling the background.

Letting go of you, he touches you, quickening your climax to meet his, seeing as his head rolls back, ready to cum as you come to the edge. Finally cumming to his hand, only riding it out for a moment before Bruce pulls out cumming on your stomach, breaths catch as he films all the aftermath of the night.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

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samdeancass · 10 months

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Doctor Kink

Requested by Anonymous

Prompt: #6, #28 and #48 from my Smut Prompt List; “Call me that again.”, “You’re so tight” and “We’re the sexiest couple I’ve ever seen.”

Pairing: Bruce Banner x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Characters: Bruce, Y/N

Description: Innocently, Y/N discovers that Bruce has a kink for being called doctor which turns the night into a very different direction.

You were standing in front of your floor length mirror smoothing out the rest of the wrinkles in your dress. Bruce stood in the doorway leaning against the frame, his eyes raking up and down your body whilst biting his bottom lip. You noticed him in the mirror and smiled.

“Like what you see?” He let out a little growl in reply as he made his way towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, leaving slow, wet kisses in his wake causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

You moved your head back to lean against Bruce’s shoulder to give him more room. He slowly moved the strap of your dress from your shoulder and began to kiss there as his hands moved from your waist and traveled up your body and rested on your boobs, giving them a slight squeeze.

“Does that answer your question?” He looked into the mirror and smirked at the sight that he seen. You lifted your head back up and met his eyes in the mirror, your eyebrows raised slightly. “Someone’s feeling rather horny tonight.”

Bruce turned you around to face him, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Well, can you blame me? You look so sexy in that dress. In fact, we’re the sexiest couple I’ve ever seen.” You chuckled at his sudden confidence. He leaned down and pressed a long kiss to your lips, his hands finding your waist once more. You pressed yourself against him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Tongues began fighting for dominance and hands began to roam hair as the alarm went off on your phone to indicate it was time to leave for the party. You both groaned at the interruption as you leaned over to switch it off. “Well, I suppose we’ll have to carry that on later. C’mon, Doctor.”

You stepped away and held out your hand for him to take but he didn’t. Instead, he stood staring at you, his once brown eyes turned completely black with lust. “Call me that again.” For a second or two, you were confused at his change of actions but quickly figured out what he meant, a smirk plastering itself on your features. “Alright, Doctor.”

Within seconds Bruce closed the distance between you both and attacked your mouth, easily winning dominance this time. He picked you up and threw you on the bed, roughly opening your legs. “No panties, eh? Someone was planning on being a little slut tonight.” Bruce disappeared between your legs and began to suck and kiss on your pussy, leaving you writhing and moaning in complete bliss.

He could already sense you were getting close with the mere touch of his lips and feather light touches against your skin. Bruce moved away quickly, earning a groan from you. However the sound of a zipper being undone and pants hitting the floor was enough to rile you up even more. He lifted your legs onto his shoulders before leaning down to give you a sweet kiss as he entered you, hissing as you molded around his dick.

“You’re so tight but I know your ready to take your doctors cock.” You nodded as he slowly began to move in and out of you, your pussy adjusting quickly to his size. As you loosened up Bruce quickened his pace, gripping hard onto your hips to keep himself steady as he railed you into the bed.

Your orgasm was coming quicker than you wanted it to and Bruce could immediately tell that you were trying to fight it by the way you were tightly gripping the sheets. “C’mon, baby, cum for me.” He moved one of his hands to your mound and began to roughly attack your clit with his fingers which caused your orgasm to take over as you cummed all over his cock.

Bruce continued his rigorous pace as he began to fuck you through yet another orgasm. You began to whimper, the over-stimulation becoming too much. “I’m so close, baby, nearly there.” After a few more thrusts, you both orgasmed together, your moans twisting together in harmony.

Bruce leaned over you and placed a sweet kiss to your lips as he brushed your hair out of your eyes. “That’s my girl.” You smiled up at him, a slight blush creeping onto your features. He pulled out of you slowly and pulled his pants back up before helping you up off the bed.

You fixed your hair and smoothed out your dress as your phone began to ring. “Shit, it’s Tony. We need to go. This party is for you, after all.” You grabbed his hand before running down the stairs and grabbing the keys from the bowl beside the front door.

“It’s not my fault we’re late, you look so good in that dress.” You rolled your eyes and slapped the keys to his chest. “You can be the one to explain why we’re late, seems as though you have a new kink that I can’t wait to explore more.”

You winked as you walked out the door, Bruce following quickly behind, eager to get the party over and that dress off you.

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audhd-author · 9 months

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I definitely have an idea! Lab colleagues obviously in love with each finally confessing their love and making love for the first time

Hey Anon!

Thanks so much for your request, I hope you like it. It was my first time writing for Brucey so I really hope I did him justice.

- Audhd Author

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Lab Partner

You can't deny, you've had an attraction to Dr Bruce Banner since the day you first met. What you didn't expect was for him to feel the same way.

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2,767 words

NSFW (18+)

Soft sex, marking kink, nail scratching, hickeys, fluffy smut, mentions of disordered eating, creampies, nipple play

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Pen in your hand, you look blankly down at the hastily jotted notes from the meeting this morning with Tony, Fury, Agent Coulson, and Bruce. No matter how hard you try, you just can't find the motivation to keep your head focused. Your mind couldn’t be further from work at the moment as you glance up at Bruce, who’s resting his chin in his hand as he scrolls through blueprints on the latest tech Tony’s introduced to the lab. Letting out a groan, he removes his glasses, rubbing his face in his hands as he stares mindlessly at the screen, your breathing deepening at the sight. Quickly averting your gaze back to the notes, you sigh, randomly colouring in the corner of the paper as you let your thoughts take you anywhere else.

Unfortunately, that anywhere else happened to be on a random beach at sunset with none other than Bruce. His hand reaches up to cup your face as he leans closer to you, lightly brushing his lips against yours. His other hand wraps around your lower back, pulling you closer to him as your hand entangles itself in the back of his hair. Gently pulling your lower lip between his teeth, he extracts a breathless moan from you. “Y/N.” He breathes, breaking the kiss as you gasp for air.

“Y/N.” He repeats, the sunset quickly returning to the lab as you struggle to figure out where reality is. Looking up, a crimson heat spreads across your cheeks as you see Bruce, standing in front of your desk. “Ah, shit sorry, what?” You apologise, struggling to look at him without your heart beating through your chest. “Are you ok? I said your name like 3 times before you even noticed.” Your eyes widen as you try to avoid his gaze, the blush appearing more prominently over your features. “Yeah, sorry. I was lost in thought. What’s up?” You reply as he grins.

“Don’t blame you, these new designs of Tony’s are a lot. Are you hungry? I was thinking of heading out to get something to eat if you wanted to come- my shout.” He asks, as you gratefully nod, realising you actually can’t remember when you last ate. “Yeah, sounds good.” You respond, grabbing your phone from the desk as you stand up for the first time in hours. The moment your weight transfers onto your legs, you have to grasp at the desk for stability as your body sways dangerously, dizziness crowding your head as a hot flush runs through your veins. Bruce’s hand reaches for the small of your back, keeping you stable as his features convey his concern. “Jesus christ, Y/N. When was the last time you ate?” He asks, worry evident in his eyes as he looks at you. You shake your head as you take a deep breath before standing up straighter. “I honestly don’t remember. I can’t eat too early in the morning and I forgot to eat last night.”

“Fucking hell.” He curses under his breath, his hand not leaving your back as he guides you through the lab. The mere touch of his fingers has your body melting as you walk beside him. “As a scientist, you of all people should know the importance of regular nutrition.” He says as the two of you walk down to the underground carpark. "I do. I just don't realise how long it's been since I've eaten sometimes." You admit, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck as Bruce unlocks his 2012 Acura. Opening the door for you, his hand doesn't leave your back until the last second before he shuts the door, walking around to the driver's side of the car.

"Do you feel like anything or did we just want to drive until we see something?" He asks, turning the key in the ignition as he does. "I honestly don't mind." You hurriedly say, if there was one thing you hated it was making decisions like where to go and what to eat. Simple questions like that when another person is involved, absolutely not. You'd much rather have them choose than choose the outcome yourself. "Alright, well, what do you feel like?"

Damn it, Banner- you. "I'm happy with whatever." You can feel the red hot flush of embarrassment appear over your cheeks as you say this. "Y/N." Bruce says, letting off a singular chuckle. "Bruce." You respond, a slight grin pulling at your lips as you look over at him. "Do we need to add decisions to the list of things you avoid?" He asks and you can't help the chuckle escaping you as he responds. "Only when it involves another person. I'm happy to go along with whatever."

Exhaling deeply, Banner grins as he shakes his head in defeat. "You are a piece of work, Y/N." You find yourself laughing at his words. "Oh always, but you love me for it anyways." You respond, only realising what you said after you said it, a familiar hot blush spreading on your face. "Oh definitely." He grins before dropping his tone out of earshot from you. "How can I not?"

Turning into a small parking lot, a lonesome diner stands at the end. "I come here a lot on my breaks. It's small but the food is delicious." Bruce says, pulling into a parking space near the door. Putting the car in park, he pulls the handbrake as he turns to you. "Right so are you able to get out of the car or do you need help with that?" He laughs, a grin on his face as you send him a feigned look of offence before laughing. "I think I can figure it out." You chuckle, opening the door and stepping out, ready for the light-headed feeling overcoming your head as you shut the door behind you.

Walking inside the quaint little diner, Bruce follows you to a corner booth, sitting opposite you as he passes you the menu from the centrepiece. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the Chicken Bacon burger combo, your stomach rumbling at the sight as your hunger finally begins to catch up to you. A young waiter comes to the table, a friendly smile on his face as he does. "Hey Bruce, what can I get for you today?" Bruce gives him a small smile before responding. "Just the usual thanks Alex." He says before looking over at you. "And a Chicken Bacon Burger combo with coke, thanks." You say, hoping the order isn't too expensive. "Sweet, two chicken bacon burger combos. It'll be ready shortly." Alex says before disappearing into the kitchen.

A silent sigh of relief escapes you upon hearing Bruce got the same as he chuckles at the coincidence. "So what inspired you to get into the sciences?" He asks, trying to spark up conversation. A reminiscent smile pulls at your lips as you respond. "My father. He was an esteemed scientist, like you, he got exposed to gamma radiation, except he didn't survive it. He had pre-existing health issues and the direct contact with the radiation killed him. I was always with him in the lab working with him and the one time I wasn't, he died. I just always sort of blamed myself for it and decided to keep his legacy going." Bruce's face falls further with each sentence, unsure as to how to respond.

"Y/N… I'm so sorry." He says, gently reaching over to squeeze your hand comfortingly. Shaking your head, you give a reassuring smile. "Don't be, he died doing what he loved. Besides, if that accident didn't happen, I probably wouldn't be working as an Avenger, which honestly? The thought of not, is terrifying." Bruce laughs after hearing your response. "Understandable, you're around something so often that it's terrible to imagine not having them- it in your life." He says, a blush appearing over both of your cheeks as the both of you catch his slip-up. "Couldn't have said it better myself." You respond as a chuckle escapes the both of you.

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The rest of the day absolutely flew by. Both you and Bruce were in high-spirits for the rest of the day, engaging in playful banter as you worked on the logistics of Tony's new blueprints. Turning the shower off, you pull on a loose V neck T-shirt and a comfy pair of jeans before walking into the lounge, slumping onto the couch in the living room of your quarters in the Avengers facility. Flicking the TV on, you aimlessly scroll through the shared Netflix account, finally deciding on The Hitman's Bodyguard. A knock on the door stops you from relaxing, a soft groan escaping you as you slowly stand up from the couch. Unlocking the door, Bruce stands outside, a sheepish smile on his face. "I hope you don't mind but I brought you some dinner, just to make sure you have something to eat. I can't have my favourite lab partner losing out on nutrition."

A grin pulls at your face, as you pull the door open more, letting Bruce walk in. "You didn't have to." He chuckles at your response. "I know, I wanted to." He replies, as you walk into the kitchen, grabbing a set of utensils each as he pulls out two ramen bowls. "Make yourself at home, did you want a drink or anything?" You call from the other room, as Bruce takes a seat on the couch. "No, I'm ok thanks." He replies as you walk back into the room, taking a seat next to him, folding your knees up as you hand him a fork.

"Thank you. I hadn't even thought about dinner, to be honest I was planning on just watching movies until I pass out from exhaustion like usual." You sheepishly admit as Bruce sends you a look of disapproval. "And a messed up sleep schedule, it's a wonder you even manage to function." He says as you chuckle. "Hey, I can guarantee Tony isn't much better." You grin, pointlessly defending yourself.

"Tony has Pepper. I care about you, I want to make sure that you're ok." Bruce states before taking a bite of his ramen. A familiar heat spreads over your cheeks as you hear his words, choosing to have a mouthful of food before responding. "Is this from a lab partner point of view?" You boldly ask as Bruce pauses, avoiding your gaze. "Decidedly not." He starts, taking a moment before exhaling a shaky breath. "I genuinely care about you, but lately, it seems to be more than just being your lab partner. I like you, in a more than friends way. I understand if you don't and I hope it doesn't ruin our relationship but I can't lie to-." You lean forward, brushing your lips tenderly against his, stopping his panicked rant. Startled, he pauses before leaning towards you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek before breaking the kiss.

A smile pulls at both of your faces as you breathe for air. "I like you too, Bruce." You confirm before he leans forward, pressing his lips more confidently against yours. Tender and sweet, it was everything you imagined it to be. Your heart beats intensely in your chest as his hand comes up to lightly trail over your hip, fingers dancing over your clothed skin. A breathy moan escapes you as he gently nibbles at your lower lip, a groan falling off his lips as he hears you. Ramen abandoned on the coffee table, he pushes you gently backwards, hovering over your body. His hands get more explorational. His fingers lightly dance over the curves of your side, his mouth trailing from your earlobe, down to your collarbone, peppering gentle kisses as he does. Your breathing intensifies, a hot desire burning in your core as he gently bites down on the skin on your shoulder, running his tongue over the teeth indents. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this." He groans, licking up the sensitive skin of your neck as you shiver in pleasure.

"Shall we take this to the bedroom?" He suggests as you nod. Letting you get up, Bruce takes your hand as you lead him into the next room. Turning back to him, you wrap your arms around his neck as his hands grab your hips, pulling your body tight to his as your lips reconnect. Bruce guides you backwards as you feel the edge of the bed behind your legs. He gently pushes you back, crawling over you as you hit the bed. His lips find solace on the skin of your neck, sucking it between his teeth as hues of purple and red blossom behind. His fingers grasp at the hem of your shirt, lifting it up over your head as a groan emits from his throat upon seeing your lack of bra.

His mouth attaches to your nipple, gently sucking it as your back arches towards him. The flattened tip of his tongue gently flicks over the now hardened bud, extracting soft moans from your lips. His knee moves between your legs, pressing against your core. Your heat throbs with desire as he turns his attention to your other nipple, continuing with the same ministrations. His name escapes you in a breathless moan, pleasure throbbing in your core. Hearing his name on your lips extracts a low growl from him as his knee begins grinding over your heat. "Absolutely gorgeous." He murmurs against your skin, the vibrations travelling straight to your core as you feel arousal begin to drip down your thighs.

"Bruce, please I need you." You breathe as he pauses, looking up your body before lunging forward to press his lips firmly against yours. Your hands reach up to undo the white button down he's wearing as he runs his tongue over your lower lip, asking for access which you gladly give him. Shrugging the shirt off his shoulders, his hand reaches down to undo your jeans. Your tongues fight for dominance, working together to extract breathy moans from the both of you. Pulling both your jeans and panties down in one precise movement, a soft groan escapes him upon seeing your body fully exposed to him. Quickly undoing his pants, he positions himself in between your legs as his arms slide under your shoulders. Peppering kisses over your skin, his tip presses at your soaking entrance as your body shivers in pleasure.

Bliss fills your veins as he pushes inside you, a groan falling off his lips as your walls stretch around him. His thrusts are not fast nor slow, his hips setting a perfect pace that sends stars floating through your vision. You can't help the curses falling off your lips in a breathless moan, each buck of his hips makes him rub precisely over your sweet spot, ecstasy flooding your body. Your arms wrap around his back, nails digging into his shoulder as a soft whimper escapes you. "So fucking perfect." He groans against your skin, sucking it between his teeth as his tongue runs over the indents.

You can feel the coil in your stomach tighten with each movement of his hips, Bruce reading your body like his favourite book. Every ministration of his mouth, hands, and hips pushes you closer to the edge, pure bliss filling your veins as your body begins to shake beneath him. His hand reaches down to where your two bodies meet, his fingers expertly dancing over your clit as you fall over the edge. His name escapes you in a pleasured gasp, your back arching closer to him as ecstasy crashes over your body. Stars flood your vision as breathless moans fall off your lips, a hot flush burning through your veins. Bruce shudders above you, his hips stalling before you feel hot ropes of his secretion coating your walls, a low groan escaping him as the two of you gasp for air. He continues to thrust into you, slowly drawing out your highs as your body begins to regain its senses.

Gently brushing his lips over yours, he pulls his softening member from you, his hand coming up to brush strands of fallen hair away from your eyes. "You are better than I ever could've imagined." He murmurs, as the kiss breaks, his forehead resting against yours before you pull him down next to you. His arms instinctively wrap around you as you place another tender kiss to his lips, basking in the warmth of his bare skin against yours.

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A/N:

Definitely not sitting in my car at uni posting this 🤭

Will add Brucey to my masterlist on my break because I don't have time right now 🤣😅

#audhdauthor #bruce banner x reader #bruce banner #bruce banner smut #marvel smut #marvel fanfiction #marvel

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jaehyunsbreadbasket · 2 years

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Kinktober '22 Day 9: Smart Hulk

Prompt: Shapeshifting/Monster Fucking

Word Count: 531

Synopsis: Bruce's partner begged him to fuck them in his Hulk form. They learn that they should be careful what they wish for.

Consists of: Dom!SmartHulk, AFABSub!Reader, Size kink, Monster fucking essentially (Smart Hulk to Regular Hulk), Brief pain from the dick being too big, Finger sucking, Brief gagging, Reader gets fucked dumb

I had seriously overestimated my endurance, and the size of my pussy, that was grossly clear to me now. Here I lay, legs spread as wide as possible on the bed, Bruce's big, green cock squeezing inside of me. I had been begging Bruce for days to fuck me in his Hulk form, craving the feeling of a huge dick stretching me out, the sight of his huge, viridescent body hovering above me. To be honest it hurt like hell, but at the same time, it felt too good to want him to stop.

My pussy clenches around him without my control, as if it had a mind of it's own, as if it was trying to push him out. The intelligent monster lets out a big, boisterous moan at the sensation, but notices the twisted expression on my face, "I told you that you wouldn't be able to handle it sweetie. Now look at you, I'm only a quarter into your cunt and you're already spasming around me," Bruce's large verdant hand strokes my face in a way I'm sure is meant to be soft, but the weight of his hand as well as his cock just feels so heavy.

"I c-can handle it. It feels good," and it really does, the stretch is absloutly delicious, and when I look beyond the pain, the feeling of his cock repeatedly hitting my cervix is toe curling.

The way that Bruce is rocking into me, gigantic body making me hit the headboard with every thrust. He stares at me intensely with his glass covered eyes, his lips twisting into a smile.

"W-want your fingers" I whimper to Bruce, he stabilizes his enormous figure before he allows one of his massive digits to slip between my lips. I immediately gag as he hits the back of my throat, slob already drooling around my mouth.

"FUCK!" Bruce roars out, a voice not entirely his own booming around the room. He begins to piston his hips into me now, his whole cock still not fitting inside me, the bulge popping out of my stomach showing he's as far in as he can go. My whole body shakes as he loses control, thrusting into me relentlessly. The sounds that come out of his mouth are loud and angry, I can see the shift in his eyes, I'm not being fucked by Bruce anymore.

"Shit, shit, shit!" I scream after The Hulk pulls his fingers out of my mouth, takes off Bruce's glasses and smashes them, throwing them across the room. It feels like his cock has gotten even bigger and my body is beginning to feel numb. I'm so close, and at this point my mind is completely checked out.

"Cumming...cumming...cum-" and suddenly, I'm seeing white, my pussy convulsing around the colossal, inhumane, phallus inside of me.

The Hulk lets out another thunderous sound, and abruptly, I feel even more full than I did before. Huge ropes of hot semen painting my insides, "B-Bruce..." I call out.

"No. No Bruce," The Hulk responds to me.

I close my eyes and allow myself to drift off, hoping that Bruce will return by the time I wake up.

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Prompt from: @waterkelpies

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prettykittycastle · 7 months

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Why Me?

Summary: The last thing Bruce expected to happen to him was getting a blowjob in the lab.

(The reader uses she/her pronouns and is 18+. The ethnicity/race is preferably black.)

(Content Warning: blowjob, oral sex, male receiving, slight dirty talk, slight sub-Bruce)

"You should relax, Dr. Banner."

"You're always so tense, doctor. I can help with that."

"Maybe the Hulk wants you to have some fun."

At the feel of your warm tongue running over the head of his cock, Bruce thought over the things you had said to him before this night. Of course at the time, he didn't realize you were constantly making suggestions to him, his focus always on his lab work. But now, lightly shuddering at feeling the tip of your tongue run against the slit in his tip, he felt incredibly stupid to not notice them sooner.

"Mmmm," you hummed, sliding his member into your mouth, instantly the salty taste of him on your tongue made your mouth water.

"Oh God," he moaned, closing his eyes and laying his head back against his lab chair, his legs shaking.

"How ya feeling, Doctor? Still tense?" you slipped him out of your mouth and asked him. You wrapped your hand around him and held him firmly, grinning up at the sight of the anxious scientist before you.

For a while you had been trying to get his attention, wanting so badly to have him writhing in pleasure and finally have him be able to relax. Tonight was gonna be your last night of trying to catch his attention and if he didn't catch on yet, you were planning on moving on, but it seems that the universe had finally decided to do you a favor, and Bruce finally noticed you.

Now looking at him, you just wanted to rip all his clothes off and ride the fuck out of him. His lab coat was spread open, the first couple buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned and some of the hair on his chest was showing, his glasses askew upon his face, and his pants were pulled down around his knees. Be patient, you told yourself, wanting so badly to hear him moan your name.

"Y-yeah,...n-no," he quickly changed his answer, trying to keep control of his mind and his urge to thrust into your hand. "Uh, (Y/N)-"

"Bruuuce," you cooed at him, beginning to slowly jerk him off, the saliva from your mouth making it easy. "Just relax for me, sweetie."

Easier said than done, he thought, closing his eyes tighter at the feel of your hand jerking him off. He knew that agreeing to this was risky, worrying that the big guy would appear at any moment, but he couldn't turn down the opportunity to have you, of all people, on your knees, ready to have his dick in your mouth.

"Please," he begged. He didn't have to say what he was begging for because you already knew and by the time, he opened his mouth, ready to say something else, your lips were wrapped around his member again.

"Mmm," you moaned around him, loving the salty taste of him on your tongue. Lowering your head, you relaxed your jaw and throat to take him deep into your mouth till your lips stopped halfway down his cock. When you felt that you couldn't fit anymore of him in, you let the saliva from your mouth run down his length before wrapping both of your hands around the rest of him. Bobbing your head and stroking him, you couldn't control the moans escaping your mouth and traveling to him. You had been fantasizing about this for so long and now you couldn't be happier to feel the heaviness of his cock on your tongue.

Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm. Bruce tried to remind himself this as he tried and failed to keep his lower half from lifting itself up from the chair and attempting to fuck your sweet mouth. He could feel his heart rate picking up and he worried that the other guy might make an appearance at the worst time.

"Shit, (Y/N)," Bruce groaned, letting his head fall back onto his lab chair while clenching the armrests tightly. "S-Slow down, please."

Your response to this request from him was simply bobbing your head faster, swallowing as much of him as you could, letting drool run out of your mouth and down his cock, helping you stroke him faster.

You didn't need to look up to know that the skin on his knuckles were probably turning green by how tightly he was holding the armrests and you wondered how long they would last before they completely broke off from the chair.

It's been so long. I'm not gonna last. He realized. The last time he had any type of sexual interaction was years, before the appearance of Hulk. After him, he never thought he'd ever get a chance to touch another person this way again.

"Bruuuce," you said, pulling your mouth away from him, but still stroking him. You looked up at him and couldn't help the smirk that grew on your face at seeing his head laid all the way back, holding onto the armrests for dear life.

"(Y/N)," he moaned your name again, hearing you call his name and forcing his eyes to open, and when they finally did, he instantly regretted it. The sight below him almost made him cum right then and there, but thanks to his years of perfecting control over the big guy, he held himself back from cumming too early. Seeing your (E/C) eyes look up at him, hazy and full of lust, your mouth and chin shining from the saliva on his dick, and the string of it hanging loosely from your bottom lip and his tip was almost too much for the poor scientist who had thought he would be living a life of celibacy because of his condition.

"How ya feel, Dr. Banner? You relaxed yet?" Your smirk grew wider, feeling his dick grow harder in your hands at you taunting him.

"Y-yes, yes, I am," he replied back, his eyes barely open as he tried to hold himself off from cumming, but your words were too much. "Please, (Y/N)."

"What is it," you asked, your voice changing to a lighter, more innocent tone despite what you were currently doing. "Bruce, what is it?"

"Aah," He moaned loudly, straining to control himself, his mind almost completely lost to lust. "I'm-I'm close t-to-"

"Close to cumming," you finished his statement, slightly tightening your grip and quickening your strokes. You could practically feel the cum waiting to burst from him. "You wanna cum?"

He couldn't find it in himself to open his mouth to speak, and simply nodded his head.

"Tell me. You wanna bust a nut on my face or in my mouth?"

"Oh God," he whimpered, lifting his hips to fuck your hands, his desperation evident.

"I'm fine with either one," you told him before lowering your head down to swallow his dick again, moaning at his hardness, and wiggling your tongue against the underside of him.

At that moment, Bruce couldn't handle it anymore, and before he knew it, his cum came spurting out of him in long, white, salty ropes down your throat to which you gladly accepted swallowing as much of it as you could.

If seeing you on your knees for him was already too much, watching you through half open eyes, gobbling and swallowing his cum was too overwhelming and he had to force his hand to let go of his armrest and use it to lightly push your head away.

"Shit, shit. Stop." He could feel himself becoming overstimulated, and knew without a doubt that if he got anymore stimulated, the big guy would definitely show up.

You didn't move at first, happily slurping up everything he offered and more, before deciding he had enough. You lifted your head from him and took a breath, wiping some of the spit from your face and gathering any cum that escaped from your mouth onto your fingers.

"Why," he asked, trying to catch his breath, and attempt to lower his heart rate back down. "Why...me?"

"What do you mean 'why you'," you asked, putting your cum-covered fingers in your mouth and sucking it off.

Seeing you do this, he had to take a second to calm himself down, before responding. "I mean...why out of all the guys in this building, you chose me? Why not Tony, Steve, Sam, Thor? Why me?"

The way he asked that made your heart almost break and suddenly the urge to fuck him grew tremendously stronger, wanting to give this man as much pleasure as you could.

"I don't want Tony or Steve or any of the others. Just you, Bruce. I like you. I think you're hot."

"Yeah, but," he sat up in the chair and straightened himself, his usual shyness coming back over him. "But why me? Why do you like me? The guy that has a big green rage monster in him."

"Because I think it's hot how smart, sweet, caring, and shy you are, Bruce." As you told him this, you stood up from the lab floor, wincing at the small ache in your knees and climbed into his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulder. "I've liked you for a while. And if you just want this to be a one time thing, I'm cool with that. But I also want us to be something." You knew that one of the reasons the scientist tended to distance himself from the others was not just because of his shy nature, but also because of his worry of how he, the team, and others viewed him and his second half. He saw his second half as a monstrous nuisance and thought that the team might as well, but you knew that was wrong and you want to show him that you view him as more than the Hulk, and as Bruce Banner.

"I can control him most times, but every now and then, he wants out and it's hard to put him back in," he warned you, placing his hands on your hips.

"That's fine. We'll handle it together." You laid a gentle kiss upon his lips, aware that he still has to calm his heart down from your blowjob. He didn't say anything else and kissed you back with a surprising amount of vigor that seemed to make the fire in between your legs burn stronger.

"You know we have to be careful in the future when it comes to...this," he pulled away and warned you.

"We will and we will have a lot of fun, too," you told him, going back to kissing him. Even though, you two had just made it official, you were already thinking of the many things you wanted to do to this man, and unbeknownst to you, Bruce was thinking of the many positions he could put you in by the end of the night, how to not risk the big guy coming out while doing so.

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jessybarnes · 2 years

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Untamed

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Tags: NSFW TITLE CARD, SMUT, angst, fluff, seducing, mentions of masturbation, mentions of using sex toys, lingerie, fingering (female receiving), cum eating, finger sucking, Bruce transitioning into the Hulk (not sure if this is a trigger, but I'm not taking chances), kissing (both Bruce and Hulk receiving), handjob (Hulk receiving… again Idk if this is a trigger but noting it anyway cause after some research I've learned that even his cum is green.), making out, biting, hickeys, fucking against a wall, choking, implied all night fucking, and I think that's it.

Word Count: 4,129

Beta and Title Card: Yours Truly

Written For: My amazing bestie and beta, Tiffany. <3

Being married to an Avenger had its perks. You got to live in Tony Stark's swanky tower, you had your own team of expertly trained bodyguards, and the best part of it all? You stole the heart of Bruce Banner. The two of you met under unfortunate circumstances, but it was still the best day of your life.

You'd been caught in the crossfire during one of their missions, a monster took you hostage to use as leverage for their escape. The thing had a knife held against your throat, threatening to kill you on the spot if any of the Avengers moved an inch. You looked into their helpless eyes. Captain America, Hawkeye, Thor, and Iron Man all stared helplessly back at you contemplating how they were going to save you.

In the distance, Natasha was holding her upturned palm to a furious Hulk. He was grunting and clenching his fists as she took a tentative step toward him.

"Hey, big guy. The sun's getting real low."

He trained his eyes on her, as his anger started to dissipate. Just before he was about to give in he heard you scream.

He snapped his head in your direction, a loud, angry roar shaking the surrounding buildings as he ran towards you. Cars, signs, sidewalk benches, nothing was safe from his wrath. It all happened so fast. One moment your captor was pressing the blade harder against your skin and the next you were in the Hulk's arms.

At first, you were startled, his big green eyes scanning your body as he held you in his large green hand. He was breathing heavily, his nostrils flaring, as he spoke.

"Hulk save you."

You smiled and were about to respond but Captain Rogers beat you to it.

"That's good, buddy," he set his shield down and slowly walked towards the two of you. "Why don't you put the lady down now, okay?"

The Hulk tightened his grip on your waist and snarled, "NO! Hulk keep pretty lady!"

Steve went to speak again, but you turned around to look at him.

"Wait. It's okay. Let me try something."

They all watched in wonder as you brought both of your hands to his face, your thumbs brushing his hard skin.

"Thank you for saving me," you smiled. "If it's okay, I'd like to meet Bruce too. He's a part of you, and in a way, he saved me as well."

He held you for a moment longer, taking time to mull over your request. Finally, he set you down on a nearby barrier and transitioned back into the well-known scientist.

You smiled as you recalled the fond memory. You and Bruce had been married for two years, and he made you the happiest woman in the world. Sure, it was difficult when he'd go on missions, but that wasn't what bothered you the most.

What you really wanted was for him to make love to you. Ever since the start of your relationship, all he'd ever done was kiss you. Sometimes he'd go as far as fingering you, but it never went further. He was terrified to do anything else because he didn't want the Hulk to accidentally hurt you. He'd never forgive himself if that happened, and he made you fully aware that being with him meant no sex.

You didn't have to have sex to be happy with him. It wasn't a deal breaker, but you couldn't help but want to feel him inside of you. God, you bet he made the prettiest sounds. You had plenty of toys to keep you satisfied, and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't made yourself come to the thought of him fucking you into oblivion.

Natasha and Wanda helped you try and seduce him a number of times, but that always ended with a heavy makeout session and a very, very aroused Bruce.

That's what the three of you were doing now. Planning yet another attempt in getting him to fuck you. You were dressed in short lacy lingerie, a pair of stockings with little black bows at the bottom, and your favorite pair of black pumps.

"I don't know about this, guys. What if someone sees me on the way down to his lab?"

Nat grinned and crossed her arms. "Don't worry about that. I've got it all taken care of. Steve and Bucky are out on a mission, Sam and Clint are in the gym doing their weird juice cleanse workout, and Thor's in Asgard. That only leaves Tony, Vision, and Rhodey to worry about. Wanda, you're taking Vis on a date, right?"

She nodded. "Yep! Typical dinner and a movie, but it'll be fun getting some fresh air."

Nat turned her gaze back to you and smiled. "That leaves the two iron wonders, which by the way, I've decided to take on a supply run."

You sighed, playing with a strand of your hair. "Okay, let's do this. Get me to the lab."

Surprisingly, you made it there without being seen by anyone. The girls gave you a little nudge toward the door before blowing kisses and waving goodbye. Once you were alone, you took a moment to watch Bruce through the glass.

He was concentrating on some new prototype, his teeth worrying his bottom lip as he silently worked. God, he was so beautiful without even trying.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door and walked past the threshold. There was no going back now.

"Oh, hey honey! Is it already time fo-"

The words died on his tongue as soon as he looked at you. The test tube in his hand clattered to the floor, his mouth hanging open in shock.

"Y-Y/N…"

You smirked and sauntered towards him, slowly running your hands over his chest. "Hey, baby," you breathed. "I thought you could use a break."

He swallowed thickly and let out a shaky breath. "What um… what're you d-doing?"

You brought his hands to your hips, his fingers making the barely-there dress bunch up to reveal your ass. "Bruce, touch me…please."

He closed his eyes and moaned. "You know I can't. I-I can't risk hurting you, Y/N."

You brushed your knuckles against the stubble on his cheek and smiled. "You won't hurt me. I trust you...both of you."

You grabbed his right hand, "besides, feel how wet I am." He gently circled your clit, a desperate whine falling from your lips. "See baby? See what you do to me without even trying?"

Bruce gripped your waist tighter, his breathing becoming erratic as he slowly continued sliding his fingers between your folds. You were close, so close to cumming already. All the built-up sexual tension, seeing him like this, was almost too much.

Almost.

Just before the coil of arousal inside you snapped, he pulled away, his hands coming up to grab his hair. "Fuck, baby, I… I can't. He's too strong, and if I ever lost you because of him… god, I can't even think about it."

You hated seeing him distraught like this. Bruce was an amazing, kind, loving man who gave you the world. The Hulk may be destructive, but he was still gentle with you. He'd never once hurt you, and in your heart, you believed he would hold true to that promise even during times like this.

You pulled him back into your embrace and kissed him like it was the last time you'd ever get the chance. He sighed against your mouth, his tongue sliding against yours slow and sweet.

He eventually pulled away, still holding you close as he looked at you with hooded eyes. "Y/N, it takes all of my strength every day to hold myself back. I want to, god, do I want to, take you apart, make you come over and over again."

His fingers curled a strand of hair behind your ear and you bit your lip. "Baby, can you hear me out? I… I think I may have a solution for both of us."

He sighed. "Yeah, honey, go ahead."

You moved him to his chair, pushing his shoulder lightly so he'd sit down. His hands found purchase on your hips as you straddled his lap.

"Bruce, I know you won't hurt me. I know the Hulk won't either because he's never shown any aggression towards me. Give me this, try for me, just this once. We can start slow and if you feel like you're going to lose it then we can stop. You have total control, baby." You kissed his lips softly. "Please?"

For a few seconds, he just looked at you. His brown eyes raked over your entire body. He swallowed, blowing a deep breath out of his nose as he held you a bit tighter.

"Okay. Okay, I'll try."

Your eyes widened, "thank you, baby. You have no idea how much this means to me."

He moved his calloused hand slowly up your thigh again, his fingertips tracing small circles on your clit. Your eyes rolled back, his darkening with unbridled lust.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're so pretty like this. Watching your body shake, those sweet little moans and whimpers, I swear I'm the luckiest man in the world."

You began moving your hips, the sounds of your wetness echoing in the small space around you. "Oh, Bruce… baby I- …please. Oh, please don't stop!"

He quickened his pace, the newly added pressure of his fingers causing you to fall forward and grasp onto his shirt. He groaned, low and deep, his breath hot on your neck as he kissed your sweat-slicked skin.

"C'mon, baby girl. Come for me. Show me how pretty you look." That was all you needed, his command sent you over the edge, his hand and your legs becoming coated with your release.

If Bruce wasn't holding you up, you'd have fallen to your knees. He peppered sweet kisses along your jaw to your lips, rendering you breathless.

"Gorgeous. God, baby, you're breathtaking."

Words failed you but that didn't stop your wandering hands. They eagerly began undoing his pants trying desperately to feel more of him.

"Whoa, honey. Hey, hey, hey, slow down. I know you're eager, but we gotta go easy. I don't want him to hurt you, remember?" Reluctantly, you stopped, but then an idea popped into your head.

"Bruce? Can um… can I ask you a question?"

He pulled back, his thumbs brushing your upper arms, "you can ask me anything, Y/N."

You bit your lip and looked at the floor, suddenly nervous your request would end this whole thing before it even started. "Do you promise not to get mad at me?"

Bruce immediately wrapped his arms around you, "sweetheart, you're the only person I'm not angry around."

You blew out the breath you'd been holding and closed your eyes. "Can I talk to him?"

He stiffened. "Y/N, I-I don't think th-"

"Please. He won't hurt me, Bruce. He never has. Please, just… please."

Just when you thought he was going to shut this whole escapade down, he slowly stood up. "Promise me you'll run if he gets out of hand."

You nodded and watched as he closed his eyes, his skin, hair, nails, everything turning green while he doubled in size. At first, Hulk was confused. His big eyes look down at you with interest. He huffed and held his hand out for you to take it.

"Hey, big guy. Can you sit down for me against the wall over there? I wanna talk to you."

He tilted his head and haphazardly stomped to the opposite side of the room before plopping unceremoniously onto the floor making the lab equipment around you rattle.

"Thank you. May I sit on your lap?"

He looked up at you, his large hand gathering the thin material of your outfit between his fingers. "Y/N pretty. Hulk like clothes."

The corner of your mouth turned up into a crooked smirk. "Why thank you, honey. Can I sit down?" You gestured to his huge thigh and watched as he nodded.

You straddled your hips over one of his legs, because it was impossible to do both, and cupped his face.

"You know how much I love you and Bruce, right?"

He blinked, "yes, Hulk know that."

"Well, I'd like to show both of you how much I love you, but I want to make sure you're okay with everything first."

He waited, the fingers on his right hand holding your waist.

"I want to be with both of you, in a more…intimate way. I wanna make the two of you happy because I love both of you with all my heart."

A low grunt rumbled through his chest. "Hulk love Y/N. But what intimate?"

You scooted closer and smiled. "Can I kiss you?"

He nodded again, and you slowly leaned in, pressing your lips against his gently. At first, he didn't react, his whole body still except for his steady breathing, but then you felt him kiss back.

You pulled away to see his reaction and moaned when you saw the heat in his eyes.

"How was that, baby?"

His grip on your hips tightened a fraction. "Hulk want more."

You giggled and took his other hand. "I'll give you more, love, but first, I want you to feel how excited I am. You have to be careful with me though, okay?"

"Hulk no hurt Y/N. Hulk be gentle."

You curled his fingers into a fist, save for his middle one, and brought it to your soaked pussy. "Do you feel that? Feel how wet I am here?"

He slid his large digit back and forth, watching curiously as you bit your lip, and then pulled his hand back to look at his finger. "Yes, Hulk feel."

You maintained eye contact as you sucked and licked your arousal from his skin. "Do you wanna try?"

He wasted no time, a little more sure of himself as he collected more of your juices. He inhaled your scent, a low growl reverberating in his chest as he tasted you.

"Y/N good. Hulk need more."

You kissed the inside of his wrist and looked at him lovingly. "We can do more, but you really have to be careful, okay? Just one of your fingers is a lot for me to take, so you'll have to go slow."

He sighed softly and gathered a bit of your hair in his hand. "Hulk go slow. Always careful with Y/N."

You brought his hand between your legs again, but this time you guided his middle finger to your entrance. Bracing yourself, you sank down on him and whimpered from the slight stretch.

"Y/N okay?"

You licked your lips and let out a shaky breath, "yeah, baby. I'm fine. You feel so good."

Switching your position, you maneuvered yourself so your back was against his chest. He looked down at you, his free hand tilting your chin up.

"Hulk like when Y/N feel good."

You pulled him down for a chaste kiss and spread your legs so they were draped over his big thighs, "carefully move your finger, okay? Slowly in and out."

As soon as you felt him pull out and push back in, a breathy moan fell from your lips. "Yeah, baby, just like that."

The sound of his soft grunts, the feeling of his toned muscles rippling against your skin, the way he brushed the sweet spot inside you, it was all so toe-curlingly good. Your second orgasm was building rapidly, making you whine desperately.

"Y/N feel wet. Hulk stop?"

You shook your head and moaned. "No, please don't stop. You're - oh, god! - gonna make me cum. D'you wanna see me do that, baby?"

He adjusted slightly, and suddenly you could feel his very large, very prominent erection pressing against your back.

"Yes. Hulk see Y/N"

You canted your hips upward, meeting every thrust. "Go a little faster and do this with your finger."

You crooked yours to show him and he obeyed immediately making you cry out. "Oh, my god! Yes, oh, right there… don't stop please baby I'm so close!"

He huffed and grabbed your hand with his free one.

"Oh, fuck baby…yeah, oh, shit! Gonna cum… gonna come oh my g-FUCK!"

You squeezed his hand, your whole body convulsing as your walls fluttered around him repeatedly. He pulled out of you and examined his finger as you recovered from your moment of bliss.

"Hulk do good?"

You turned around in his arms and kissed him again. "You did, baby. Thank you. Can I make you feel good now too?"

You let your fingertips ghost over the large tent in his shorts and watched as he closed his eyes and growled. The noise alone would scare anyone away, but not you. You knew he'd never harm you.

"Yes. Hulk feel good too."

Carefully, you freed him from his shorts, marveling at his impressive length and girth. "You're so big, baby. Being so good for me." He watched you spit in your hands and snarled when you began to stroke him.

"Is this okay, love? Does this hurt?"

He threw his head back and panted. "No hurt. Feel good."

You smirked and began twisting your hands as they slid over the shiny green head.

"Remember, honey. Try not to hurt me, okay? I know it feels good, but when you cum you gotta try and stay still for me, alright?"

He gritted his teeth and brought a big hand to your cheek. "Hulk never hurt Y/N. Promise." He let out another choked cry. "Hulk feel funny...here." he pointed to his lower abdomen and you kissed his lips sweetly.

"That's good, baby. It means you're close. Just lean back and close your eyes for me. Let me make you feel good."

He listened and you watched his chest heave and his fists clench.

"That's it. C'mon. Show me, sweetheart."

A few more strokes were all it took, a loud guttural roar filling the lab as thick ropes of cum coated your hands and his chest.

He stayed like that, panting and twitching, while you looked for a towel to clean him up. Grabbing one of the extra lab coats, you knelt in front of him again and planted a sweet kiss on his forehead.

"You're incredible, baby. I'm so proud of you. Bruce will be too. I knew you'd never hurt me."

He rubbed your sides affectionately as you cleaned him and your hands up. "No way hurt Y/N. Hulk love you."

You kissed his lips. "And I love you, baby. Can I see Bruce now? I wanna tell him how proud of you I am."

He gave you one final smile and closed his eyes, his body slowly becoming smaller until a sweaty Bruce lay slumped against the wall.

He blinked a few times before he frantically ran his hands over you, looking for any sign of injury.

"Bruce, hey, calm down." You laced the fingers on both your hands with his and looked into his worried brown eyes. "I'm fine. He didn't hurt me, okay? In fact," you held up the lab coat that was now covered in sticky green liquid. "Things went more than okay."

He looked from you to the coat a few times before crashing his lips to yours. His kiss was possessive, nowhere near gentle as he explored your mouth eagerly.

"You were right, baby. I shouldn't have doubted you, but I was just so scared. I can't ever lose you."

You sat back on your haunches and grinned. "I know, honey. We can talk this over later, but right now I need you inside me."

Bruce stood and pulled you to your feet, immediately pushing you against the wall. "You're perfect. Absolutely perfect, Y/N. I love you so damn much."

He kissed, nipped, and licked at your neck, littering a trail of purple-ish marks anywhere he could reach.

"Fuck, Bruce…"

He hummed and tore the front of your lacy top down the middle. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart. Smooth skin, perfect body, gorgeous face, amazing personality, you're an absolute work of art. I'm so lucky to call you mine. 'M gonna fuck you over and over again until you beg me to stop."

A needy whine filled the small space between the two of you, your hands fisting in his hair. "Please! Please…want you so bad!"

He spun you around, pressing you against the wall as he undid his pants, kicking them off to the side. "Spread your legs, princess. That's it, brace yourself against the wall too."

You did what he asked and sucked in a sharp breath when he hooked your left leg over his thigh and pressed the head of his cock against your slick hole. "Don't you dare be quiet, you hear me, Y/N? I want every single person in this tower to know you're mine."

Your response died on your tongue as he slammed into you, setting a steady pace.

You couldn't stay quiet even if you wanted to. Nothing compared to the way his cock made you feel. No toy, no vibrator, not even your fingers felt this good.

"Oh, Bruce! Oh, my fucking god!"

His left arm hugged your middle holding you up while his right wrapped around your throat, squeezing deliciously. "Good girl. Love hearing you scream for me. God, your pussy feels so good, warm and wet around my cock, pulling me in every time I slide home."

You clenched around him and he bit your shoulder. "Fuck! I gotta fill you up, baby. 'M sorry, but I'm not gonna last when you feel this good."

Your left hand began rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts. "'S okay, Bruce… I-I'm close too. Feels - oh, fuck! Oh, my god! - s-so good!"

He was relentless now, the delicious drag of his cock against your walls was hard and fast. "Oh, fuck! That's it, princess. Yeah, that's right, squeeze me just like that. Come on, Y/N…let go with me."

His words were like a trigger, your third orgasm shooting through you like a bullet as he stilled inside you.

The two of you didn't move for a few minutes, the labored sounds of your breathing the only sound around you. Finally, he pulled out and turned you to face him, his lips colliding with yours in a passionate kiss.

"Fuck, that was…that was amazing."

Bruce caressed your cheek and smiled fondly. "Thank you, sweetheart. Thank you for being patient with me and with him too. We wouldn't have made it this far without you, and we owe you everything."

You kissed him slowly, taking your time to feel him against you. "I love you, Bruce. I'll always help both of you with anything. You both complete me, in every way, and I can't imagine a life without you guys."

He held you close, his fingers sliding up your back and into your hair. He opened his mouth to respond, but F.R.I.D.A.Y. cut him off. "I'm terribly sorry to interrupt Mr. and Mrs. Banner, but Mr. Stark requests entrance to the lab."

Your eyes grew wide in fear of him seeing you naked. "Tell him to give us five minutes please, F.R.I.D.A.Y.."

"Of course, Mrs. Banner." Bruce threw you his clean lab coat, tossing the other one in the trash before pulling on his clothes.

"Let's take this upstairs, Y/N. I'm not even close to being done with you." He winked and a jolt of arousal shot straight to your core.

"As long as you promise not to go easy on me, baby," you smirked. He swatted your ass and walked past you to the door.

"Oh, princess, now that I know you're safe with me I've got so many plans to take you apart over and over again. You're gonna be putty in my hands when I'm done with you."

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you looked at his hooded eyes. Literally and figuratively, you were fucked. That was just a bonus though because you had everything you wanted. Bruce was yours in every sense of the word.

Tony walked past you shaking his head, "there better not be a mess in there!"

You giggled and followed Bruce into the elevator. "No promises, Stark!"

Yeah, you thought to yourself, this is finally the start of our forever.

He glared at the closing metal doors, the sight of you and Bruce kissing being the last thing he saw. He smiled against your lips and you saw the happiness in his eyes.

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canyon-clouds · 2 years

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In the Lab

Bruce Banner x Female Avenger!Reader

Warnings: nsfw, slight praise, choking, smut, 18+

Word count: 5k+ (I got a little carried away :)

Newly invited to stay with the Avengers, your favorite hobby had become annoying Tony in every way possible. It was a late Wednesday afternoon and you knew everyone would be busy winding down their work day. You had finished your paperwork earlier and had just finished a new book you started yesterday, so it was safe to say your boredom made you a tiny bit nosy and wander some. You rummaged through the kitchen looking for a snack, but nothing seemed appetizing enough. Making your way through the living and dining rooms you turn down the hallway, running your fingers lightly against the walls as you walk. You're finally faced with the door to the library at the end and push it open to look for a potential new book to start.

After thumbing through the majority of the bookcases, you come up short. Leaving the library as you pull the door closed, an idea pops into your head. Anxious to get closer to Bruce like you are with Tony, you make your way down to their lab. "Knock knock," you say while stepping off the last stair.

"Oh, y/n! Tony is up in his office. He got a little frustrated earlier, so I made him leave before he broke anything else. And so I could finally have some peace and quiet while I worked," he chuckles lightly to himself then turns to finish up what he was working on. "Feel free to make yourself at home though, just watch what you touch"

You then notice the lab is filled with a quiet level of classical music coming from the surrounding speakers. Tony usually has classic rock streaming over the sound system in whatever part of the house he is inhabiting at the moment. As a fan of all genres of music, I don't seem to mind either. You perch yourself on a space of empty tabletop and mindlessly stare at the back of Bruce’s figure. You never really paid much attention to how broad he was when he wasn't green. His shirt pulls across the ripples of muscles lining his shoulders and down his back. With your mouth slack, you continue your observation by taking note of his dark curly hair that you can tell has been tousled multiple times throughout the day. As you're drooling over him, your hand slips and knocks something over to your side. As the tools make a loud crash to the floor, you avert your gaze as soon as you make eye contact. "I'm so sorry!" you shout as you jump down to pick them up.

Bruce laughs and reassures you "it's no big deal, y/n. Just a couple of tools." He walks over to you and reaches out to grab them from your hands, "what's got you so flustered all of a sudden?" he asks, eyes demanding your attention.

"Wha- I uh, my hand just slipped," you stumble out as your face gets hotter and you just know your blush is really evident now. Bruce steps in closer to you, and you catch a whiff of his cologne as he reaches around you to replace the tools. Before you had a chance to realize it, he had turned around and was back in his seat hunched over his work and typing away on his keyboard. Taking a deep breath and subtly shaking out your hands to reorient yourself, you perch yourself back on the table and begin browsing for a new book on your phone, not being able to keep yourself from stealing a few looks here and there to peek up at the man sitting before you.

After returning to your room to call it a night, your thoughts swirled with images of Bruce. Did he really mean to get that close? Were you looking too far into this? Surely he didn’t see it the same way you did. His thoughts were probably more concerned with making sure his tools got put back in the right spot. I’ve gotta stop thinking about his tools and the places he can put them.. If you didn’t get ahold of these thoughts soon you wouldn’t be able to be around Bruce at all without presenting yourself as a stuttering tomato. It’s been so long since you’ve been with someone, but you’d hate to ruin any of the relationships you’ve created while living here. Surely he’s not even slightly interested, so these considerations are irrelevant anyway. Your subconscious fills your dreams with the curly-headed brunette that spends too much time behind a computer screen in the basement.

The next morning you may have spent a little more time getting ready, but you’d never admit it. You made sure to reach across him in the kitchen and brush against him in the hallway. These simple touches aren’t uncommon for you because you’re just a feely person, but doing these things more deliberately has to be obvious. It didn’t take long for Bruce to retreat back to his lab. You had been trying to come up with excuses to go down and see him but with Tony out of town for the next two days, you were coming up short with ideas that were obnoxiously obvious. You busied yourself with baking some cookies and dancing around the kitchen playing some music over the speakers. With the first batch of cookies already in the oven, you begin working on the dough for the next ones. Your hands are covered in flour and your hair clip has let a few stray pieces go free. With the music up, you don’t hear anyone coming into the kitchen until they’re standing behind you placing a hand on your lower back. “I thought I smelled something delicious and had to come find out for myself,” you jumped, throwing flour everywhere, as you felt his breath on your neck Bruce’s deep voice brought butterflies to your stomach. “Not surprised it’s something of your doing.” His hand drug across your back and over your hip as he made his way to the fridge to grab something to drink. You were stunned. Body not moving an inch with eyes wide as saucers and jaw on the floor. Okay, there’s no way this isn’t purposeful. Your thoughts turned your shock into confidence.

“Did I say they were for you?” You turned to face him with your hip perched on the counter, abandoning your previous task and wiping as much of the flour off your hands as possible with a towel. The smirk on your face briefly faltered as you locked eyes with him.

“Hmm, I’m sure I can convince you to part with at least one.” You had never heard him talk like this before, and the way his eyes darken as he takes slow and calculated steps toward you makes your pulse skyrocket. He’s less than an inch away from you. One good deep breath and your chests would brush up against each other.

“And how do you plan on doing that?” You have no idea where this boldness is coming from but now was the perfect time for this side to make an appearance. You’re looking up at him now because he’s almost a foot taller than you. He reaches around you to set his drink on the counter and heat travels to your core.

“I might beg, or even plead. I’d make promises I’m sure to keep. And I may even return the favor..” his breath is right by your ear. Your breath hitches in your throat, and you have no idea how to respond. The image of Bruce on his knees in front of you begging has you clenching your thighs together. Bruce retreats and runs his hand across your shoulder offering you a small smile. He’s under the impression he went too far. He noticed your body tense up as he got close and automatically assumed you were scared of him. Not wanting to make you more nervous he announces that he will be downstairs if you need him.

You hope the music was loud enough that he couldn’t hear your pulse beating through your skin. Now all flustered with the events that just took place, your mind was more scrambled than it was before. His rapid change in demeanor both normal to flirtatious and back to reserved made your head spin. The timer for the batch of cookies in the oven interrupted your thoughts and allowed you to get back to baking with all the what-ifs rattling in your head.

Time passes. The cookies are all finished and cooling, but Bruce has not returned from downstairs. So, you decided to make bring him some while hopefully making the advancements more obvious. You had never hand-delivered cookies to Tony before, much less anyone else. You make a stack of cookies on a plate and make your way to the stairs leading down to the lab. You lightly knock your knuckles on the frame as you stand in the doorway. Bruce’s eyes meet yours as he looks up, “well that didn’t take much begging.”

“Bold of you to assume these are for you. I could’ve brought them all for myself and just came down here for the company while I ate them all,” you cocked your head to the side with a smirk and a raised eyebrow in his direction.

“I get one or you can’t come in.” You rolled your eyes then Bruce’s chuckle filled the space and he quirked his head inviting you to come in. You enjoy his company more than you’ve noticed before. His personality is just as attractive as his body. You prop your butt against the table beside him holding the plate of cookies in front of you. You stare at his side profile and bite your bottom lip to hold back a smile. “I promise I won’t tell Tony you brought me cookies. I wouldn’t be able to put up with his jealousy any more than you could.” As he finishes up whatever he was doing on the table, he stands, grabs two cookies, and brushes a quick peck on your cheek as thanks. You’re glad he’s walking away from you because the blush that coats your cheeks is embarrassing from the tiny pass of his lips. You put the plate on the table in the middle of the room and grab one on your way to join Bruce. “I could actually use a hand with this,” his mouth was full of his second cookie. You brush the crumbs off your hands and walk up next to him indicating you were willing to help. “I need you to stand here and just hold this part as still as possible, and then I’ll ask you to hand me this part when I need it.” You briefly nodded your head and tried to slow your increased breathing rate from being so close. Bruce’s scent enveloped you and you were surrounded by the smell of fresh bergamot, mahogany, and soft musk. It was honestly drool-worthy. It took a conscious effort not to lean into him to get a stronger whiff, so you tried to concentrate more on the task at hand. Hands. Holy hands. You’ve never paid this much attention, well you’ve never been this close, to see his hands maneuvering tools around whatever contraption you were helping him with. If only your job wasn’t to hold this part still.. Your hands were shaking with evidence of your pent-up excitement. “Okay, I’ll take that piece now,” his voice was more serious, and a little breathy. As you held the piece out to him, he noticed how badly you were shaking and brought his eyes to yours. “You okay?” his question was laced with concern as he seemed to stare through you. Your quiet mhmm was paired with a slight nod that Bruce took as fear instead of excitement. He quickened his pace and with a couple more twists and turns he was finished. “Thank you, y/n. I really do appreciate it.” His voice was back to normal with a little bit of coldness and distance to it. Neither of you had stepped away and were inches away from each other. He finally turned his face to meet yours as he ran his tongue over his lips and pulled them in. You were shocked by his change of expression. You worried you had done something wrong when Bruce didn’t make the first move away worried he would intimidate you.

“I’m always down to hold your tools,” you added a wink to the end of your statements in hopes of lightening the mood. You saw the instant change as confusion swirled around in his eyes. In hopes of making your intentions more clear, you leaned closer into his arm that was propped on the table.

“I don’t understand..” he mumbles so quietly under his breath you almost don’t hear it.

“Do I need to spell it out for you?” Your sass coming out in full force. Bruce’s hand comes out and grabs your chin in a flash. He tilts your head up toward his so he’s looking down at you. You’re batting your eyelashes up at him to encourage him to continue. You feel your pulse quicken as you watch his eyes darken just a fraction.

He grips your chin a little harder and shakes it slightly as he says, “what’re we gonna do about this attitude of yours.” Your lips are parted with quick breaths escaping. “I’m sure I could come up with something,” his hand trails from your chin to your jaw and pushes your head back further exposing more of your neck. He leans in and runs the tip of his nose up the side of your throat breathing you in. You had no earthly idea Bruce was this sensual of a person. Or even this dominant. The thought of Bruce on his knees begging had returned to contrast with the thoughts of you being on your knees for him. A whine had involuntarily escaped your lips, and you felt Bruce’s smirk against your skin. He pressed a gentle kiss over your pulse point before turning your face back toward him. “I’m gonna need you to use your words, pretty girl. Because all this time I’ve been thinking you’re scared of me, yet here you are melting beneath my touch.” Another whine makes its way up from your chest, causing Bruce to let out a light chuckle.

“Right now, the only thing I’m scared of is Tony being able to watch this footage back of what’s about to happen.” He lets out a light hum that vibrates against your chest. He walks off with a light kiss to the corner of your mouth. You stare at his back and drool even more as he leans over the desk to type on the computer. His broad shoulders pulled his tshirt tight so his muscles were outlined through the material. Bruce stood and turned around and smirked when he caught you staring.

“Now then,” he made his way back over to where you had not moved from your spot, grabbed you by the hips, and picked you up to sit you on the table in the middle of the room. Your squeal was interrupted by him grabbing the side of your face and pressing his lips to your own. It all happened so fast, but it took no time for you to kiss him back and run your hands to the back of his neck and into his hair as he stood in between your legs. His other hand was grabbing onto you where your thigh meets your hip. You could feel his hands shaking as he was struggling with holding himself back. So, you gripped his hair a little tighter and pulled him to you wrapping your legs around his hips to deepen the kiss. It’s like the veil was lifted as Bruce’s arm wrapped around your back and his hand made its way gently around your throat. He was testing the waters and you appreciated his apprehension while waiting for approval. You leaned for throat further into his large hand and sucked on his bottom lip. His choking grip tightened just enough to inhibit the blood flow to make things more intense without making you pass out. He let out a gruff moan at the same time as you let out a mewling noise and your tongues battled against each other. You squeezed him closer with your legs and felt him hard against your thigh. A gasp came from your mouth as you got the first idea of how big he was. He separated the kiss to let out a chuckle at your reaction while he rubbed his nose against yours. His grip on your throat let up and his hand made its way to your chest. He left open-mouthed kisses down your neck and sucked on the skin where your collar met your throat. He pulled you closer to the edge of the table and ground his hips against your core. He pulled his mouth away from you and let out a loud moan. “This is something I never realized how bad I wanted but know now that I never want it to stop.” At that point, you were intoxicated by his hands and his words. He took a second to stare longingly into your eyes pressing his forehead to yours before a chaste kiss on your lips was followed by his hand on your sternum pushing you to lay back. You had to scoot a few things over before your back was comfortably flat on the table. Bruce ran his hands down the sides of your legs leaving goosebumps in their wake. He placed a strong grip on your calves and slightly massaged them as he pulled them up to where your heels were on the table and your knees were spread leaving you wide open for him. You craned your neck to see his eyes glaze over while he focuses on your core. He tilts his head up to the ceiling with his hands still caressing your legs. “You’re gonna be the death of me, y/n,” dropping his head and opening his eyes back to meet yours. His hands grab the waistband of your pants, waiting for your approval. You lift your hips slightly so he’s able to pull them off. His eyes finally leave yours and when they meet your core he lets out a sharp breath. He sinks to his knees and grabs both of your thighs to spread you open even further. You feel your body shivering with anticipation as you feel his warm breath against your wetness. It feels like you wait forever before he finally puts his mouth on you, and when he does you can’t help but let out his name in a breathy moan.

“Bruce..” one hand reaches down to tangle in his hair while the other reaches up behind you to keep in contact with the table to maintain a feeling of stability when everything he’s doing is causing you to fall over the edge in a dizzy haze. He moans and the vibrations of his mouth against your core make you jump. His chuckle from your reaction just continues those same stimulations that leave you a squirming mess beneath him. He runs his tongue up your slit through your folds and barely grazes against your clit. The soft moans leaving your lips just egg him on more. His strokes become more deliberate until he finally gives you what you’ve been waiting for when he flattens his tongue against your clit and gives it long, slow licks. A guttural groan leaves your lips as the electricity in your belly is building, close to the peak. His tongue continues its attention on your clit when you feel a finger circle your entrance before slowly pushing into you. Your back arches and you throw your head back, closing your eyes to focus on how good Bruce is making you feel right now. Bruce. Bruce Banner is on his knees for you right now giving you the best head of probably your life. Your whole body erupts into shivers as more warmth travels to your belly. You feel a second finger join his first curling inside of you to meet that perfect spot. The pressure his tongue is putting on your clit gets stronger. He’s reading your body like it’s the back of his hand and you have never been more surprised at the talent this man possesses for pleasing a woman. He can tell you’re getting close but doesn’t stop or change a single thing. He presses his large hand against your belly in an attempt to keep your hips still while he pushes you closer to your climax. Finally, the electricity sparks as your toes curl and your hands grip tightly onto whatever is close. Your vision goes black and your back arches off the table. Bruce slows both of his strokes as you ride out your high. Trailing kisses from your entrance and all the way up your stomach, you open your eyes as you come back down from your high to see him staring at you with lust filling his eyes and a smirk ghosting his lips. His fingertips are gently trailing up and down your sides as you finally begin to catch your breath. Your limbs are sprawled out beside you as you go to rub your eyes and attempt to understand what the heck just happened.

“Oh, don’t think I’m done with you just yet. Wait here,” he gives you two gentle pats on your thigh before disappearing somewhere in the room you don’t have the energy to look up and see where. He returns holding a water bottle he grabbed from the fridge in the corner. He grabs your hand to pull you to sit up, uncaps the water, and presses the cold edge to your lips. You grab it for yourself and take a few large gulps. “Good girl, you ready?” He grabs the bottle and brings it to his own lips where he downs the remainder of its contents. You look up at him questioningly. “I told you I wasn’t done with you yet. I just prefer to finish this in my room where its a little more comfortable for the both of us.” With this admittance, you hop down from the table and pull on your pants.

A gasp comes from your lips and Bruce’s head snaps in your direction. “The cameras.. Bruce, what about Tony’s cameras in here? I don’t want him seeing that.”

“I think you were too busy ogling at my ass, but I turned them off for the time being. I’m sure he won’t be able to see anything.” His hands wrap around your waist as his words ease your worry. “C’mon,” he grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers as he leads you out of the lab and up the stairs to his room. His room was neat and tidy just as you expected it to be. He pulled you into the room and onto his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. “This okay with you?” Instead of answering him you straddled his hips and pulled him in for another kiss. As the kiss got deeper, you ran your nails down his back and grabbed the hem of his shirt to pull it off. You broke the kiss to pull the t-shirt over his head and expose his chiseled chest and abdomen. You ran your hands over his muscles while his hands gripped your waist and traveled to your ass. In a blink of an eye, he lifted you off him and threw you to the center of the bed. Instead of crawling up after you, he stood and walked to the door to lock it and remove his shoes. His muscles flexed as he walked and you can’t help but take in his beautiful figure. He walks to the bedside table and pulls out a foil packet that he lays on top of the nightstand. Finally, his eyes return to meet yours and his hands travel to the button on his jeans. You bite your lip and nod your head as your gaze is lasered in on his hands as he undoes the button and pulls down the zipper. He pushes the jeans down past his thighs and steps out of them, leaving them in a pile on the floor. He slowly steps to the bed, and he props one knee on the edge of the bed before crawling his way to you. His eyes have yet to leave yours.

“Bruce, please..” the whines leave your mouth before you can even comprehend them as thoughts.

“Please what, angel?” His smooth voice filled the space around you. You didn’t even know what you were begging for. “Want me to touch you?” You couldn’t nod your head fast enough. “Well all you have to do is ask.” He continues crawling over you and settles himself in between your legs once again. His right hand is beside your head as he props himself up on it so he can bring his other hand up to cradle your cheek. He leans down to press a firm kiss against your lips. Your hands reach out and fan across his lean back trying to pull him closer to you. His hand leaves your cheek and travels down to your chest. His approval vibrates through his chest when he finds your nipple hard and pressing through your bra begging for attention. His hand travels to the hem of your shirt as he shifts his weight back on his ankles so he has both hands free to drag your shirt over your head. Both hands then find your breasts and knead them through your lace bra. He hadn’t noticed your matching underwear set until right now. “You do this for me?” A smirk adorned his face as his hands went from your bra to the waistband of your pants. He swiftly pulls them down your legs and tosses them to join his own on the floor. Your blush had traveled from your cheeks all the way down your chest. They say if a woman is wearing matching underwear, it was never the man’s decision to have sex. Bruce had paid attention to the curves of your body in the past, but he never imagined himself in a position like this. Now, he finds himself memorizing your figure in case he never has this chance again. You feel worshipped laying in front of him, and no one has ever made you feel as beautiful as you do right now. He leans down putting his weight onto his forearms that are framing your head as he continues kissing you passionately. Your hands continue roaming his back as he grinds down against you. The softness of his briefs is just enough friction to appease your wants. One thing is for sure, you appreciate that Bruce takes his time. Nothing feels rushed or pressed and this allows you to ease your mind and be more present in the moment. He continues this torture until you’re practically dripping and whining because the need for him is almost painful.

Your hands reach for the waistband of his boxers when he finally complies. He removes his last article of clothing and reaches over to the bedside table for the packet. Once he slides the condom on and rubs his length against your slit, you can’t help but release the moan that has been building inside you. You’re shaking with anticipation because of not only his size but also how enjoyable you know he is going to make this for the both of you. He reaches down between you to finger at your clit while lining himself up with your entrance. Your hips are tilting up towards him waiting for the wanted intrusion. He rubs circles on your clit and leans down to kiss your lips when he slowly pushes himself into you. You swallow each other's moans as he bottoms out inside of you. He allows you a second to adjust before he begins slowly moving, coordinating the circles on your clit with the pace he is creating with the rock of his hips. Your hands tangle in his hair as your kisses get sloppy. Your climax has already built up almost to the peak. Bruce can feel you squeezing around him. He picks up his pace and your orgasm crashes over you unexpectedly. Bruce rides you out through your high but doesn’t stop once you’ve evened out. Your moans get louder as he continues his thrusts and circles on your clit. His hips snap harder against yours as he leans down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth over your bra. The mix of the lacey fabric with the warm wetness of his tongue makes your eyes roll to the back of your head as another orgasm has already built itself up. As if you couldn’t squeeze him any tighter, he feels your muscles clamping down around him and knows you’re sitting at the edge. He stops the circles on your clit to pinch it as he thrusts into you hard and deep while he bites down gently on your nipple. Your back arches off the bed as you’re pushed off that cliff only for Bruce to be following right behind you. His hips stutter against you as he continues to ride out both of your highs. Once he slows, you’re faintly aware of the mess you made between you two. His breathing is still erratic as he caresses the side of your face and plants a soft, firm kiss on your lips. He nuzzles your nose with his before lightly kissing you on the forehead and pulling out of you with a groan. Your eyes droop closed as he goes into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and grab a damp towel to clean you up. After cleaning you and himself, he washes his hands and climbs back in bed beside you. You roll over into his side to lay your head on his chest while your breathings have gone back to normal. He pulls the covers over the two of you as you curl your leg around his. He grabs the TV remote to put on a movie. He looks down at you with adoration in his eyes, “I don’t think you realize how long I have been looking for you and I didn’t even realize you were right in front of me. I always took your stiffness as fear instead of affection. So I have a lot of time to make up for, I hope you don’t mind.” You lean up to kiss his cheek and sigh contently as you relax back into his chest.

“I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon.” You’re surprised when you hear your phone go off with a text in the pocket of your pants from the floor. Bruce notions for you to get it, but when you do you see it’s a text from Tony. Your stomach drops to your feet. There’s no way he knows, right? A text tone then comes from the pocket of Bruce’s jeans. Your text from Tony was a message game request for chess, while Bruce’s was simply a screenshot of the weather in Paris. Your eyes are wide as they meet each other’s. He knows…

Bruce hides the second message that comes through displaying a screenshot of Tony’s notifications announcing someone had turned off the lab’s cameras.. Which led him to turn them back on to find the two in the midst of their predicament..

“I’m gonna go grab us some water,” Bruce barely gets his shorts on before rushing out the door toward the kitchen to call Tony.

Ahhh! What do you think Tony will have to say about their little connection?

Would you want a part 2 to find out?

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practical alchemy [AO3 link] | witch!reader x established!ironstrange | explicit | in progress (hiatus)

black dog [AO3 link] | badass!reader x negan (twd) | explicit | in progress, 1/3 done

⚡one-shots⚡

helmut zemo | marmalade taffy* |

sam wilson | bad touch* | violent delights* (content warning) |

loki | if life gives you melons* | bondage* (nb reader, they/them) | snow day* (male reader)

natasha romanoff | hot wheels* |

wanda maximoff | caught |

bucky barnes | bother figure (daughter!reader) |

thor | idunn's apples | hired man* (dubcon) | beloved, bejeweled |

otto octavius / doc ock | horny headcanons* | i want to kill you like they do in the movies - part 1 - part 2* - part 3* (fin) |

steve rogers | it drives me wild* |

daryl dixon | cherry - part 1 - part 2* (coming soon) | untitled* | dirt* |

⚡ blurb series ⚡

daddy!ironstrange - daddy lessons* | part one | part two |

rickyl - part one*

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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For your sleepover I want to officially request that treesome with bruce and tony 😝 if this is really okay with you, of course

pairing: tony stark x inexperienced shy! reader x bruce banner

word count: ~750 words

warnings: oral, nipple play, fingering, come feeding.

a/n: this is a headcanons type of thingy! second to last from my sleepover :) hope you hoes will enjoy! and have cute gif :)

NSFW under the cut. minors dni.

You never expected to be here working at the avengers' lab working alongside such heroes and such geniuses and what you expected even less was Tony realizing how short your breath got when he whispered against your ear every time he wanted to look at your readings.

You weren't the type to talk, you were shy by nature and didn't like drawing attention to yourself, always avoiding questions and giving vague answers.

It didn't take long for Tony to understand you had a crush on him what surprised him was having also a crush on Bruce. He knew by the way you stared from afar and then disappeared every time he called you close. How your breath changed when he ordered you to do something for him.

So he set up a plan to have you confess by touching you and caressing your body, watching you tremble as you tried to surpass squeals.

You felt a little bit intimated by them, you were so young and they were so experienced and mature and the way grey hairs were visible on both of them had you falling in love even faster.

And so one morning you ended up on the receiving end of his kiss, having his hand pinned above your head. And after a heavy make-out session, him coaxing your feelings out of your mouth until he confessed himself and having you admit your shared feelings for his friend, he had you in the lab sitting on the chair. Musing to Bruce about how he knows a secret that he doesn't.

And Tony begins to touch you, caressing your cheeks before massaging your shoulders and having you part your lips at his touch only to have Bruce stare at you both, the heat rising inside for him as well.

When Tony's hand reaches for your clothed breast, Bruce lets out such an animalistic growl that has you rubbing your legs together immediately.

"See how she reacts, huh? You didn't believe me when I told you, now look at her."

And Bruce does come up to see for himself, and he touches your neck, tracing your collarbone with his fingers that feel much heavier than Tony's delicate ones and drag them slowly till they reach for your bra.

Now both are cupping your bra until you are begging them to take it off. Tony chuckles as he does so, lifting up your shirt, taking it off, and smelling it ferally before throwing it on the floor and your bra is gone only to get replaced by Bruce's heavy hands folding and holding your breasts.

Tony's lips connect to yours once more, leaving you absolutely breathless as Bruce's lips end up at your nipples, switching between them both and alternating his movements.

You move and move and move your legs, ribbing them together, trying to wrap them around Bruce but to no avail.

Tony's one hand reaches for your core, sneaking underneath your clothes and your mouth hangs open as his hand stick to your wetness.

And you whimper and Bruce glances down to look at your wetness with such ferocity in his eyes that makes the heat in the pit of your stomach utterly unbearable.

And you start to plead, a chorus of pleases until two fingers slip inside you, both at the same time, and they begin to explore your pussy, both leaning down on the floor, alternating between fingering you and licking your pussy. Their hands reach for your breasts and your mouth while you are dutifully accepting them by sucking on their fingers like they are lollipops.

An hour later and you are still on the chair, three orgasms have been ripped out of your body while they are both caressing their cocks, and you stare between them both hazily begging to get filled, only to get denied for the time being.

"It's not time yet, you need to be stretched open, baby, you never had any cock before you won't be able to take it."

You don't know enough to deny that, all you can do is try to breathe in the chair while they are wanking their cocks over your mouth and breasts.

And when their fingers swoop up their cum to push it down your tongue telling you how good girls eat their food, all you can do is swallow and grin waiting for more.

#tony stark x reader #bruce banner x reader #bruce banner smut #tony stark smut #tony x reader #iron man x reader #iron man smut #tony stark x fem!reader #tony stark x y/n #tony stark x you #tony stark imagine #bruce banner imagine #bruce banner x female reader #bruce banner x you #bruce banner x y/n #selene answers prompts

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slothspaghettiwrites · 2 years

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your kinktober fics last year were some of my faves last year, so i’m here to throw in the idea of a bruce banner fic involving shibari with the 🧝 prompt, but only if you’re down to do it! 😬💚

“You’re adorable when you’re tired, you know that?”

FUCK YES

Tethering

Warnings: rope play, aftercare, Dom/sub dynamic, sub space

Relationship: Bruce Banner x Reader

Bruce's hand smooths over the sweat damp ropes across your back. His fingers tug softly at them, forcing a whimper past your lips. He pulls you up from your headspace with strong, sure hands. His gentle voice washes over your tired and abused body.

With each knot he unties, he is re-tethering you to earth, to the tower, to his bed. He kisses your skin, where rope indents decorate the sore flesh. You don't move, body too exhausted from the last hour. Bruce had said he wanted to try something new, a new technique to meditate and relax.

You shive at the memory and reality as his fingers fiddle with the knots around your body. The weight that had settled your jittery mind now lifting and being replaced with soft kisses. The rustling of ropes falling onto the carpet sounds like the worst thing you've ever heard. Your ears ring with their quiet sounds.

"Shh, it's alright, bunny." He kisses your temple but it doesn't stop the whimpering, the shivering. "I'm right here."

The bed dips as Bruce crawls in with you, bringing a blanket with him. His touch is careful, as it always is, as he makes all the precise adjustments he needs to until it's perfectly wrapped around you both. But it isn't until his arms and legs pull you that you calm down again. His limbs are like their own ropes, tying you to him and compressing your muscles and thoughts back into that floating space. You sigh, content to once again to let Bruce be in control for a while longer. His lips brush against your skin as his voice carries you away.

"So good for me, thank you bunny, so proud of you, love you."

A while later, when the warmth surrounding you turns clammy instead of comforting, you groan again. You squeeze your eyes shut tighter and rub your nose against Bruce's chest. Your fingers curl into the hair there as you refuse to wake up truly.

“You’re adorable when you’re tired, you know that?”

You can hear the smile in his voice. The warmth of his tone washing over you. The smell of sweat and cum is nearly overpowering. You should both shower and eat, but for a few more minutes you just lay here absorbed in each other.

#sloth asks #tripleyeeet #bruce banner #bruce banner smut #bruce banner x reader #bruce banner x you

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skvlly-idk · 11 months

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Bruce Banner x Reader(?)!

A/N: i’m revamping all my old one shots from wattpad and ao3 and posting them here so there will be a spam of it.

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Please don’t translate, no permission to repost any of my writing anywhere, and do not copy and claim it as your own.

Warnings: smut, breeding kink without pregnancy, praising kink, teasing

Pairings: Mdom!Bruce x Fsub!Reader

18+! If you continue reading, you are acknowledging that you are 18+ and that you have read the warnings.

Everyone sat at the table trying to plan out how tomorrow was gonna go. Loki could come any moment so we have to be ready for his arrival.

As Steve spoke, I felt Bruce place his hand on my thigh, slowly moving closer to my crotch. I shuffled my legs, biting the inside of my cheek as he squeezed slightly.

He moved a bit closer causing me to place my hand on his, rubbing his knuckles gently.

Fury sighed, drawing my attention back. "Alright, let's try to sleep on it. In the morning we'll try planning again."

Everyone nodded, turning to each other. Bruce lifted his hand from my thigh to stand up.

"Goodnight." Tony said, scratching his head as he walked to his room.

I stood up, holding my hands together infront of me. "Goodnight." I spoke before going to Bruce's room, he was behind me.

A laugh slipped from my lips as we walked in his room.

"What?" He smiled softly, turning on the light.

"What was that?" I asked him with a wide smile spread across my face.

He sighed and walked closer to me, grabbing my hands. "Well I read somewhere that sex helps you think."

"Oh really? Where did you read that? I wanna see the website." I smiled back at him sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes jokingly, letting go of my hands.

My eyes flicked around his body for a second before I kissed him. He smiled into the kiss, tapping my legs to lift me up. I jumped, wrapping my legs around him, not breaking the kiss.

We pulled away to breath for a second as he brought me to the bed, placing me on it gently.

"What happened to shy banner hm?" I smiled at him as he climbed over me.

He smiled a little. "He's still here, just not at this moment."

I kissed him again before he pulled away to unbutton his top, throwing it to the side. His hands met the sides of my face as he kissed me once more, traveling his hands down to my tits then down to my hips. I bucked against his leg as he placed it in between mine.

"Excited?" He laughed a little, looking down at me.

I rolled my eyes sarcastically, a smile forming against my lips as my cheeks began to heat up.

He laughed before tugging at my shirt asking to take it off. I nodded and pulled it off myself.

His eyes lit up as he looked down at my body, a toothy smile spreading across his face. “So beautiful.” His lips kissed my breasts softly. “My gorgeous girl.” His words made my heart flutter.

I felt his hands rub against my stomach before gliding down to the rim of my pants, dragging them off. I helped take them off all the way.

His fingers pressed against my thighs gently before he buried his face in my neck. "You're so gorgeous. Sweet girl." His voice vibrated against my neck, sending chills down my spine. A shaky breath escaped my lips as I felt his thumb rub circles against my clit through my panties.

A smile crept against my neck as I whimpered under him.

I began bucking my hips to get a bit more friction, causing him to grab my thigh harshly with his other hand. He received a slight groan in annoyance from me.

"Be patient," he smiled softly before removing his face from my neck, now looking at me.

Butterflies filled my stomach as we made eye contact, my face flushed a shade of pink before I covered it with my hands. I felt him remove his hands from my lower body and gently move my hands from my face. “Don’t cover your face, I wanna watch my beautiful girl as I please her.”

I blushed more, whining under him before bucking myself against his leg once more. "Please. Fuck me."

He smiled at me. "Are you sure?"

I nodded my head 'yes' almost immediately.

He shrugged, moving his leg from in-between mine before he moved his hands to the top of my underwear, pulling them down slowly. He tossed them to the side, now reaching his hand down to his pants and unbuckling his belt.

My eyes traveled down to his hands, watching him take the belt off, gently tossing it off the bed. He unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down. I felt myself getting wetter. My legs pressed against each other slightly, rubbing together to create friction. I need him.

"Rio, dim the lights." I spoke out loud.

"Dimming lights." My robot replied, the lights dimming enough for us to still see each other.

I felt him grab my thighs gently, spreading them.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"Yes." I mumbled, placing my hand on his as it rested on my thigh still.

He smiled and adjusted himself, his tip grazed against the entrance of my pussy. A shaky breath escaped my lips again before he lined himself up and entered me. I let out a small moan as he moved his hands from my thighs, wrapping one arm under my back and the other under my neck He buried his face into my neck before I heard a shaky whimper come from him as he bucked into me more. "Fuck." I moaned quietly.

A little moan from him rung in my ears, sending a wave of pleasure throughout my whole body as my pussy spasmed around his cock.

He removed his arms from around me, grabbing my hips. His face was still buried in my neck.

He whimpered in my ear, "Can i speed up?" I nodded in return. "Oh fuck." He pumped deeper into me, mumbling.

I felt him bury his full length inside of me before pulling out and slamming back in quickly. I moaned in surprise before he placed his hand against my mouth, silencing my moans.

He pounded into me, each time going deeper and faster. I felt him slam against my g-spot with every thrust.

"God," he groaned before removing his face from my neck.

"Try to suppress your moans, okay?" He spoke softly. I nodded a little before he removed his hand from my mouth.

He shuddered softly. "You're doing so good."

A whimper escaped my lips as I listened to him speak. His voice turns me on so much.

He kissed my lips as he continued to buck into me harshly, I groaned in pain and pleasure while he fucked me harder.

He pulled away from the kiss, his face returning to my neck. His lips grazed against my neck as he pumped in and out of me a bit softer now. I moved my hips slightly, creating a pattern. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I shut them, listening to him whisper sweet nothings into my ear.

I felt myself getting close to the edge, a knot building up in my stomach as he thrusted into me. "I'm close." I moaned out quietly.

"Me too." He grunted, breathing heavily.

He thrusted into me harder, pushing me into the bed more. I let out a loud moan, causing him to quickly push his lips against mine. "Shhh." He moaned against them. I felt my high getting closer, my eyes squeezed shut as he pounded harder into me. We moaned in unison against each other's lips as I released all over him. My walls clenching around him tightly while I wrapped my arms around his back, scratching him.

"O-h shit. Hah~." He whimpered as I felt his dick twitch inside of me, his warm liquid filling me up.

My high came down and I realized what he just did. "Did you just?" I breathed out heavily as he still laid over me, not pulling out yet. I watched his whole body shake from the orgasm, his chest twitched in before he thrusted his cum deeper into me, pulling out.

"Crap.." he mumbled. "I'm sorry,"

"It's okay, Im on the pill." I let out a shaky breath before he rolled off of me gently, now laying next to me. "Fuck." He mumbled in pleasure.

I felt his cum drip out of me before I sat up. I leaned over and kissed him, he returned the kiss right before I stood up and walked to our bathroom.

A shaky sigh escaped my lips as I sat down on the toilet.

Once I was finished, I walked out of the bathroom, grabbing a pair of his boxers out of the drawer and pulling them onto myself. I returned back to the bed, laying next to him. Assuming he put boxers on when I was going to the bathroom because he had some on now.

I rolled over to face him, placing my hand on his chest and laying my head against him. "I love you." I mumbled into his side.

"I love you too," he wrapped one arm around my back, placing the other on my hand.

My eyes shut as we drifted off to sleep together.

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I woke up next to Bruce, sitting up. My chest cold as the breeze from the AC blew against my bare skin.

My head turned to him before I laid back down and turned towards his face. I pushed his curly hair behind his ear with my fingers, smiling at him. My lips pressed against his forehead. "God I love you." I mumbled, before turning my back towards him and scooting a little closer to his chest.

He wrapped his arms around me lazily, pulling me closer to him. His arms were wrapped around my stomach as my back laid against his chest.

I felt him lay small kisses on my back and shoulder. "I love you more." His smile formed against my back. My heart fluttered slightly as his words.

We heard a knock on our door. "Wake up sleepy heads." Tony's voice came from the other side. "Come on we have to get ready."

I laughed a bit. "He acts like a dad."

Bruce chuckled as we sat up. I yawned. "Rio open the curtains please."

"Opening curtains." My robot replied before the curtains opened, the bright light shining through.

"Thanks." I grumbled, pulling my feet to the side of the bed.

Bruce groaned behind me, causing me to look back quickly. "You okay?"

He looked at me before nodding. I smiled at him and stood up from the bed, grabbing some clothes from the drawer.

Bruce and I got dressed, leaving the room together. As we walked into the meeting room everyone looked at us.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"So what was going on last night?" Thor asked, smiling with his eyebrows raised as he looked at bruce and I.

My face flushed red while I hid behind Bruce slightly.

Everyone at the table laughed a bit before fury walked in.

"Morning everyone. I hope you all slept well. Now let's do this." He said, sitting at the table. Bruce grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the table with him. We both sat down and got to work.

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