Avengers Oneshots: Bruce Gets Railed
Natasha, Cint, and Bruce all lay on a bed together. They didn’t know why, Nat and Clint were minding their business when Bruce invited them to chill in his room. And now they were there. It was the late afternoon, so the sun was somewhat still out and making the sky a light blue.
“Y’know what Ive been thinking about?” Bruce breaks their silence, sitting up in bed.
“You're thinking? Don’t hurt yourself.” Clint smirks at him.
“Oh shut up.” Bruce rolls his eyes.
“Let him talk.” Natasha plyfully scolds before turning to Bruce. “Continue.”
“I was wondering…what if we had a threesome?” Bruce asks, staring up at the ceiling.
“A threesome? Wow, you're getting bold. I’m proud.” Clint Jokes.
“Shut up Cupid.” Bruce scoffs.
“Not his worst idea.” Natasha chuckles before planting a kiss on Bruce’s forehead.
“I guess you're right. It isn’t Banner’s worst idea.” Clint pauses. “Alright lets do it.” He props himself upp on the bed aswell.
“Really?” That was easy.” Bruce confesses.
“I’m easy.” Clint admits shamelessly.
“We know.” Natasha jokes. “Easiest person in the room. But yeah I’m up for it too.” she agrees.
“Jesus, thought it would be harder to try and convince you two.” Bruce alters his body to sit on his knees.
“Well unlike this slut,” Natasha gestures to Cliny “I just want to show our resident scientists how much I love him.” She gives Bruce a kiss on the cheek.
“Stop that tickles!” Bruce exclaims.
“Oh that tickles??” Clint grins at Bruce’s exclamation.
Clint goes on top of Bruce, wrapping his arms around himbefore bringing Bruce’s shirt up slowly. Once Bruce’s stomach and part of his chest is exposed, Clint kisses down. Starting from his chest and working his way down to make Bruce feel something.
Lust? Affection? Ticklish? Hard to tell. But all Bruce kniwns is that he feels something. Love.
“Clint stop!” He eclaims between laughter.
Clint keeps going, slowly pulling Bruce’s pants down. When his pants are down, Clint gently flips Bruce over, stomach down on the sheets.
“So what’s that plab? Clint shoves his dick up my ass while I eat out Natasha?” Bruce smirks with his face on the mattress.
“Ok that's really vulgar…but yes.” Clint moves to Bruce’s side bathroom with a smirk.
“I’m surprised at you Banner. You aren’t usually this vulgar.” Natasha smiles down at him.
Bruce picks his head up from the bed and smiles back. “I’m full of surprises.”
Clint comes back with a bottle of lube in his hand. “Alright big guy, lube or no lube?”
Bruce stares at him for a second before replying. “Lube please. I’m sensitive.” He laughs at himself.
“Oh? So you're too sensitive to go raw but not too sesitie for a threesome. Your logi never fazes me Banner.” Natashs bends over to kiss him on th elips, it's slow andhas the sex appeal of a pornstar.
Cluint gets lubed up while Bruce is prepared with kisses from Natasha. “Ready Brucie?” He asks.
Bruce gives a nod. Natasha positions herself in a v shape, her legs spread. Giving Bruce access to do whatever he wanted with his mouth. She pulls her panties down and tosses them aside. Clint goes behind Bruce, cock in hand like its a trophy. He inserts himself i to him, slowly starting to thrust to ease Bruce into it. Bruce moans softly, clutching the sheets like some sort of anchor.
Natasha gently takes a scruff of Bruce’s curly black hair to bring his head up. “Ready?” Nat asks.
Bruce nods obidently, allowing her to pull him between her thighs. His tongue goes to work inside of her. Doing it softly. So ift feels like a pulse. Natasha’s hands clench the sides of the bed. Her eyes shut and buiting her lip with pleasure. Pleasure she’d been waiting years to find. And she found it. She moans aswell.
The room fills with the sounds of the bed creaking, and grunts and moans of pleasure. Clint goes faster, which makes Bruce’s mouth move quicker. Hitting Natasha’s g-spot. Naat’s eyes practically roll to the back of her head with ecstasy. She finally releases, reaching her climax and bringing Bruce’s head up.
“Nice work, big guy.” Natasha pants.
Bruce gasps and pants back, but manages to give a short nod. Natasha gets off the bed, and watches Clint thrust into Bruce. Clint continues thrusting until both of them reach ther own personal climax, and until Bruce lays limply on his bed. Clint runs his hand through Bruce’s hair.
Ntasha sits on the side of the bed, havnng started to clean herself. “That was fun.” She says quietly.
“Fun?” That was amazing.” Bruce’s muffled voice comes from his face being in the mattress.
“I think we broke him.” Clint finally pulls his pants up and sits besides Bruce on the other side of the bed.
“No way, this is the most fun I’ve had in years.” Bruce admits, scooting up on the bed to lay against the pillows.
“Well I’m glad you had fun, big guy.” Natasha gives hima kiss on the forehead. “Becaue we can do this whenever you want.”
“Thats all I ask.” Bruce grins.