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“Take one hour before intercourse. Drink at least 16 ounces of water…” You mumbled, as you read the instructions aloud.

Not that you two needed the aid of the supplement, but after the promising reviews and not to mention your best friend swearing by it, you wanted to give it a try.

After all why wouldn’t you, after this comment you saw on their instagram page,

Littytitty420 commented My pussy had its own heartbeat shortly after I took this pill. My sheets were drenched, and I drained my partner of every bit of energy they could offer. The only bad thing I have to say is that it is crucial to drink plenty of water. Ignore that 16 ounces shit, you’ll need to hydrate consistently throughout the day. Trust me: it will save you the trouble of water breaks between your fuck sessions. So start chugging now, sis. Also WARNING: DO NOT take this pill if you are not prepared to fuck for your life. IT LASTED 68 HOURS FOR ME, and my partner was spent after two! So be warned, that bullet will not satisfy you, you’ll need a human sized bag of meat!

“I’m sold.” Was what you said, shortly before deciding to make the trip to your local adult toy shop.

If I were to ask you to describe your sex life with Dr. Banner in one word, you would say “relaxed” in a heartbeat.

Banner took his time with you. And for good reason too. It took a lot of convincing on your part, for him to even consider the act of sex. But with a lot of time, patience, communication and trust, you two eventually made love. A lot.

With perfection comes practice, you always said. Suffice to say, you two practiced a lot. Every time you “practiced” you took it a step further than the last. And now, you were convinced that tonight was the one that you had spent all this time practicing for.

You had a detailed agenda for the evening:

7:25 Take Pill

7:30 Prepare Dinner

8:00 Eat Dinner

8:25 Have Bruce eat me.

Dinner, quality time, and mind-blowing sex: that’s the plan, you thought to yourself.

But sometimes things don’t always go according to plan. For instance, Bruce arriving two hours ahead of schedule, was not a part of the plan.

“Damn it B! I told you eight o’clock!” You complained after he hurried inside of your door, placing hasty kisses on each of your cheeks, and one on your lips.

“What?” He whined, sporting that puppy dog look you always loved. “I was too excited to wait that long.”

How could you stay irritated at that? Still you whined back, “I haven’t even made dinner yet. I was gonna give you your surprise after that.”

“Aww muffin, let’s just make it together. You know I like helping you do that.” He replied, turning his back to you and fumbling with his phone as he paired his bluetooth to your speaker. Before long the familiar sound of his favorite Bossa nova playlist flooded your ears.

“No you like eating the ingredients, then complaining later because we never have enough sausage.” You say over the soft jazz.

“I can’t help that you never prepare enough! You have to take into account that your boyfriend is a very hungry man!” He expressed passionately.  You chuckled at how sincere he sounded. “I’m constantly eating for two, and I always tell you this. ‘I need more meat Y/N. Prepare six servings instead of’ two—”

He interrupted himself when you shot him a disapproving, but playful, glare.

“—Joking. Joking.” He finished, throwing up his hands in a defensive manner. Then he quickly added,  “Where do you want me Captain?” scurrying to the sink to wash his hands.

“Peel the damn potatoes Banner.”

“Anything you say, boss.” You heard him say, as you tucked the pink pussycat into your apron pocket, before slipping away to your bedroom.

Another thing that was not a part of the plan, was the pill taking effect a full 30 minutes earlier than you thought it would.

You grossly underestimated the effects.

It didn’t help that you had engulfed a glassful of wine. Alcohol and a sexual enhancement was not a good mix.

What also didn’t help , was Banner taking it upon himself to give you a very intimate lesson in chopping veggies.

You felt his presence envelope yours. An earthy aroma mixed with lemon and ginger overwhelmed your senses as he pressed his front against your back. Placing his hand over yours and the knife, he guided your movements slowly.

“I read in an article once, that the way you cut an onion can impact the taste.” He told you, his whole body softly reverberating through yours and raising the hairs on your neck. “There’s an enzymatic reaction in them that produces the flavor. And the finer the slice, the more enhanced the taste. ”

Your reply to that was, “Fuck baby, I love it when you talk nerdy to me.”

Your breathy moan caused him to abruptly halt his actions, cough and stumble backwards. “I’m sorry what?” He asked you, eyeing you incredulously, an amused glimmer shining through his eyes. Had he heard you right?

You cleared your throat, trying to recompose yourself before you say, “It was just a joke. Haha. I’m so funny!” You awkwardly squawked, hoping you didn’t scare him too bad with your forthrightness

“Right.” He agreed, skeptical mug still painting his features. You didn’t joke like that. But he decided to let it go. You were so embarrassed that you tried to as well.

Good thing your embarrassment didn’t last long. Over the course of the meal, shamelessness took its place.

It was the little things. The everyday things that were innocent on any other occasion.

The way his teeth lightly grazed the prongs of his fork, made you jealous of the silverware. How you wanted him to tease your nipples the same way.

The jet black and gray fluffy strands of hair that shook when he spoke, would feel heavenly right about now if  they were tickling at your thighs.

It was sinful the way his long fingers encased the small utensils. You could just imagine them tangled in your hair or pulling at your hips as he pounded into you mercilessly.

His lips wrapping around his wine glass, had you whining in more ways than one. It was hard work trapping those whimpers in your throat. Hard work taming your ass from bucking forward in your seat.

“Mmm” Banner groaned (a little too erotically in your opinion), “Fantastic job as always! Dinner was delicious.” His compliment went ignored, as your focus was zeroed in on his chin.

He noticed of course and asked, “Is there something on my face?” Immediately letting his hand hover over the area.

“Yeah there’s a bit of sauce on your chin.” You softly answered.

“That’s embarrassing. I’m such a messy eater sometimes.” He shared. You could practically hear the drip from your panties that spilled onto the mahogany dining stool. It was caused by the innocent innuendo. But what was worse was his next action. He let his finger collect the substance, then his tongue darted out to clean the thick creamy mess. “Every drop counts right?”

“Do you have room for dessert?” You chimed. He had barely finished his sentence, but his ears perked up at the offer.

“Depends on what you have in mind?” Was what he replied.

“Me.”

Tongue now in cheek, impish grin and cloudy eyes overtaking his features, he leaned back in his chair and asked “Is that right?

“That’s right.”

“Why don’t you come a little closer then?”

And you didn’t need to be asked twice. Before you knew it, you had leapt out of your chair and  straddled yourself over his waist. The action almost tipped you both over,  but before he could say another word, your lips were over his.

You couldn’t decide if you wanted your hands in his hair or on his neck, but the decision to plant one on each came quickly.

And then you kind of ungracefully invaded his mouth with your tongue. “Mm. Slower baby.” Bruce pleaded between kisses.

“Sorry” You mumbled into his lips. Rocking your hips and lightly digging your nails into the sides of his neck, you went slower but as a consequence your actions became a bit more rough.

He pulled back a little before commenting, “That’s a little rough, angel.” when you bit his bottom lip a little too harshly. This time you didn’t reply, and instead decided to capture his neck between your teeth. Sucking and bruising the skin harshly, you pulled back to completely ruin one of his favorite shirts.

When you ripped it open, the clatter of little plastic buttons connecting with the floor rang through his ears, while going unnoticed by yours.

“Geez Y/N!” He all but hissed. “What’s gotten into you tonight?”

“I can tell you what I’d like to get into me. I can even tell you how to make it happen. You can start by taking those pants off.”

He had never seen you act like that before. To say it turned him on would be an understatement. He was no longer in control of his actions from this point forward.

He stood so quickly you felt dizzy, as he placed you on the edge of the table. He reconnected with your lips and firmly squeezed your breasts through your shirt. His kiss turned rougher. His touch was firmer, and he even let his thumbs scan your chest as they more than lightly grazed your cloth-covered nipples.

And though Bruce was now on board with your eagerness, he still couldn’t quite match your enthusiasm. You threaded your fingers through the bottom patch of hair on his neck, and let his happy trail guide your other hand to the button of his jeans.

Bruce mirrored your action, letting his hand slip under your dress, then panties at the same time that you released him from his jeans.

You swallowed his groans as your wrist repeated its slow up and down motion on his shaft. He swallowed yours as his fingers massaged your swollen clit.

“How are you already so wet?” He groaned to no avail, because you were too busy fucking yourself on his fingers to answer any question he could think of.

Seeing you so vulnerable yet so shameless as you took your own pleasure, sent welcome shudders down his spine. The combination of you undulating your hips up and down to meet his fingers, whilst you massaged his dick had him slightly leaking onto your hand.

Not yet, he thought. He still had to taste you. Still have to feel you around me, before I cum.

Keeping one hand connected to your heat, Bruce gently pushed you back, so your body could lie flat on the surface of the table. Then he hiked your dress around your stomach, removed your panties, and took a seat. He needed to: he made up his mind that he wanted to be here for a while.  Then he pulled your body closer to the edge, wrapped your thighs around his neck and buried his face into your sex.

He relished the burn he felt in his scalp as you pulled and tugged at his hair. Took delight at the lack of breath from your thighs closing in on him. Felt proud of the deafening wails you let out as you vibrated against his face.

Stiffening and relaxing his tongue in a repetitive cycle, was how he had you convulsing around the muscle. His fingers were both delicate and determined, as they moved in and out of your weeping hole.

Don’t get me wrong, Bruce never had trouble in the orgasm delivery division, but never had he experienced such an intense display of pleasure. I mean you were shaking long after you had cum. Not that he was complaining. He was curious, but uncomplaining.

“Ready for more?” He asked after a second (and I mean a second) of letting you calm down.

“Yes, please.” You relayed, but he had already begun the process of lifting your legs. With one ankle hooked over his shoulder, and the other dangling behind his waist, Bruce was able to sink deep into you; a sigh of pleasure escaping you both, as your body welcomed him with its warm hug.

“Fuck, baby” He groaned after one excruciatingly slow thrust. “What did you do?” But he didn’t really need to know the answer now. Not as if you were in the right mind to give it to him anyway. Not as if he was in the right mind to comprehend it. He was too busy focusing on the soft jilt of your tits as his sharp thrusts sent your body up and down the table. Too busy focused on the impossibly wet, impossibly warm feel of you. Entirely too busy concentrating on  the sound of your moans mixed with the lewd sticky wetness that rang through his ears when he slowly inserted himself in and out of you.

One, two, no three strokes later, and your hot juices are already washing over him. Your tight pussy already growing tighter. “Shit!” he all but yells, when he too almost cums right then and there.

Pulling out completely he wasted no time in helping you to your feet. “Bedroom now. And this,” his gruff voice spoke lowly, in reference to your scantily clad dress, “this better be off when I get there.”

Your wobbly legs almost gave way when he released you. It was part due to your recent activities, and part due to the tone of his voice. Mostly due to the look in his eyes that you had never seen until now.

Still you did as he said, rushing, ungracefully might I add, to your bedroom.

You pulled your dress over your head, followed with your bra, and you had it mostly off by the time you felt his presence at your bedroom’s entrance.

“So this is what I can give my blame to.” You turned to see what he was going on about, when you saw him holding the same little pink package you held not an hour earlier.

He was silent as he read the carton. Silently brooding.  “Bruce—”

“Hands and knees, Y/N. And don’t make me repeat it.”

Is he upset? You thought, but still you climbed onto the bed. Much too turned on to worry. What have you gotten yourself into?

You heard the whipping of his shirt as he pulled it off, followed by the rustling of his pants as they too fell to the floor. Then you felt the bed depress as he climbed on behind you.

“How do you want me to fuck you?” He asked. He lined himself up at your entrance, and gripped your hips as he awaited your answer.

He never said the word fuck when he referred to sex with you. Partly because he never fucked you. Nevertheless you softly answered, “Hard.” To which he replied,

“Tap out if you need me to stop.”

“I won’t want you to.”

“I sure hope not.”

And then the only coherent word you could form after, is the strangled yes that escaped your throat just after he rammed his dick into you.

It’s hard to keep your balance with the way he’s abusing your cunt. Your nails are clenching at the sheets, in a similar fashion to the way Bruce’s nails are digging into your skin. The sting it produces would be painful on any other day, but now it only riled you up. Suffice to say your pain and pleasure receptors were blurred and royally fucked up right now.

You began whimpering his name, and throwing your hand back in what he thought was to lessen the impact of his blows.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He grunted, staggering in his pace but snaking an arm around to roughly massage your chest.

“No, fuck me harder!” You screamed, the words leaving your mouth quicker than you can think about the consequences.

And though his voice (now much, much deeper than normal) warned, “You’re playing with fire, Y/N.” He gave you what you asked for.

Quicker sharper thrusts in and out of you made your arms collapse beneath you, as Banner set a brutal pace. And the new angle created by your arched back allowed him to sink deeper, and deeper into you.

“This feels so fucking good!” You cried into the sheets. And before long, you felt that familiar coil in the pit of your stomach threaten to snap as pleasure washed over you. “Don’t stop, baby!”

And he didn’t. No he didn’t even let up. Didn’t even falter, when your whines turned into screams. It was the same blend of merciless yet accurate strokes, even when your pussy began contracting around him again.

No, the milky glaze you left around his dick allowed him to slip in and out of you even quicker.

And though your body was sore and spent, it was far from satisfied. You moaned, and cried his name, lazily  trying (and failing) to push yourself back onto him to meet his hips with yours. But you stopped when you caught a glimpse of his hand as it fell beside yours.

His normally olive-toned fingers slowly began turning a shade of green. But before you could tap out, his pace staggered as he spilled his cum into you, letting out an almost animalistic groan.

He bought his hand back to your waist, and glued his hips to yours, forcing all of his cum into you. He slowly rocked his hips into you as waves of pleasure rippled off of him and into you, while he rode out his high, shamelessly moaning and whimpering just as you did earlier.

“Bruce?” you hesitantly called, “Baby you still with me?” but he didn’t answer. Instead after a few moments of hearing nothing but his steady breathing, you felt his lips on your spine, as he planted kisses down your back. His warm breath, and sweaty forehead lingered at the base, as he continued trying to catch his breath.

And though you were relieved, his lingering kisses on your spine had you wet all over again.

“You wanna tell me what the hell you were thinking?” He hissed through gritted teeth, as he laid down to get a better look at you. His eyes were hooded from exhaustion.

“About what?” You innocently asked, through a labored pant, a little too focused on other things to think about what he could mean.

“Geez, I don’t know. Maybe when you decided to take,—fuck,” He moaned out, before finishing his thought with, “a sexual enhancement.”

You smirked down at him, as you swayed your hips back and forth onto his dick. “You think it was a bad idea?”

“I didn’t say that” He retorted quickly, grabbing your hips to match your movements with his, as he rolled himself up into you. “I’m just saying…” He started slowly, a little too focused on other things to organize his thoughts, “Maybe you could give a guy a heads up next time.”

And as you took in his words, and took in him, you found yourself cumming again before you could ask, Where’s the fun in that?

Grinding down onto him slowly, you rode out your climax, with the aid of him fucking you threw it.  A sweaty, shaky mess you were, (your body not exactly equipped to lose so much water, on top of the strenuous activities) as you came undone on him, for what had to be the...well you don't know, you lost count.

Your body was hot to the touch and your throat was sore from all the moaning. So was your jaw, and even your mouth was dry from having it open for so long. Simply put, you were fucked out, and were finally ready to give it a rest.

As you laid down beside him, he draped his arm around your limp body, pulling you closer to him as he held you tight. The feeling of him was nice. His scent, much like it was earlier, was intoxicating. And he was warm and soft. The heat of his body just about coaxed you to sleep. But,

“Oh no, angel. We’re not doing this again.” He protested, when he felt your lips on his skin.

And then you chuckled when you recalled, “That’s what you said last time” before dragging your body on top of his.

“He’s afraid you’ll break something.” Bruce muttered, barely looking up from his work to entertain you. You frowned, nudging his ribs with your foot and pouted when he looked up. “Pay attention to me.”

“I’m trying to pay attention to my bacteria.” He caught hold of your ankle before you tried to kick him again, circling his fingers around your leg and just holding you in place.

“Oh I see how it is. You’ve got no love for me but your bacteria is important?” You ask, incredulous, giving a weak attempt to pull your leg free.

There was no real effort behind it because if Bruce wanted to keep you in place you would stay in place. He was stronger than you expected him to be when you first started dating.

Dating Bruce was a completely different experience than any of your ex’s. It had taken months of dropping very obvious hints and Tony giving Bruce a stern talking to before he eventually asked you out on a date.

You weren’t sure why you were so focused on him. He had plagued your mind ever since you first met him. Sure he was handsome, made your nighttime fantasies that much more exciting when you had a face to add to them.

But you were known for being hyper and borderline annoying on the best days and Bruce was the complete opposite. He was quiet, soft spoken and did his best to never draw attention to himself.

It worked. No one expected it to. But God did it work. It was exciting and new and he was amazing in every single way possible. You thanked your lucky stars every time he dropped you back home, leaning against the door after he left and giggling like a love sick loon.

He had been careful at first, careful with his touch, careful with his words and careful with his intentions. He hadn’t wanted to get his hopes up just to be let down again. You broke him fairly early in.

He had come over for a homemade meal, by homemade you meant putting the take out on plates rather than eating from the carton. It had made him laugh.

You had a glass of wine while he had coffee afterwards, curled up on your sofa and talking about your college days.

You had no idea how it ended with his head between your thighs, three fingers deep and two screaming orgasms. For a man who seemed shy and awkward, he had no qualms making you beg for your orgasms.

“You want to cum again, you gonna cream all over my fingers baby?” He had asked, almost taunting. You nodded, beyond words that weren’t blasphemous begging. “Gonna make a mess for daddy? Gonna show him how fucking good you are?”

With a long drawn out moan you had cum, shocked beyond all imagination at the title he had assigned himself. You had scrambled into his lap immediately after, grinding down on his still covered cock. “Gonna fuck me, daddy? Bet you want me wrapped around you and begging for it.”

“No.” He had said simply and you had frowned when he stilled your hips, holding you tight against him. “I’ve had my fun.”

“You didn’t even cum!” You argued, hands on his shoulders and a pout on your lips. “I got two orgasms and you got none.”

“I got the pleasure of seeing you scream my name. Seeing you spread out like that, more than enough for me.” He assured you and you narrowed your eyes, grinding your hips down deliberately.

“Your cock says different.” You told him petulantly.

“It’ll go away.” He told you, pushing your hair behind your ear and rubbing his thumb along your cheek gently, the softest expression on his face. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“It’ll go away when you fuck me.” You told him, a frown on your face when he stood up, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. “You’re really not going to fuck me?”

“No. I’m not going to fuck you. I can give you a third orgasm if you want but it won’t be on my dick.” He set you down on the bathroom counter and began drawing you a bath. “It’s a hard limit for me, baby.”

You had yet to see him orgasm. He told you he did, sometimes when even a cold shower wouldn’t release his frustration and he had to take himself in hand. He never did it around you though and you were like a naughty child when you found out.

So here you both were, almost eight months together and he still had yet to let you even get his underwear off. The only time he took his trousers off was to sleep and you were trying to be understanding. A hard limit was a hard limit.

And it’s not like you were going without. He was a god with his tongue and fingers, using more and more inventive ways to make you scream. A personal favorite for you both was when he put you across his knee and spanked you before making you cum on just one finger.

It was times like this when you were full of pent up energy and he asserted his strength over you that you wished he’d reconsider. Now would be the perfect time to blow him under the desk while he studied his stupid bacteria.

“You’re thinking so hard I can almost hear you.” He mumbled, squeezing your ankle gently. “What’s going on in your head?”

“Let me think a little louder, maybe I won’t have to tell you.” You sassed and he squeezed your ankle again, this time in warning. “Thinking about your dick.”

He smiled at the way you gave in, continuing to write with his free hand at what he could see in the microscope. “My dick is always thinking of you.”

“Let me see it. I won’t touch.” You promised, leaning towards him and batting your lashes. “I’ll be a good girl.”

“I highly doubt you’re capable of being a good girl.” He laughed, unbothered by your begging. “Especially not when Tony won’t let you work off your energy in the lab.”

“Just the tip?” You asked and he laughed, finally putting the pen down and sitting back in his chair. You had to shuffle down the table because he didn’t release your ankle.

“Not happening. I’ve got work to do. So why don’t we go get lunch and when we finish you can go home and I’ll come back here and work for the evening.” He suggested and you sighed, shuffling further down until you were in front of him. He released your ankle, standing up to push in between your legs.

“Can we get sushi?” You asked, a pout on your lips. He nodded gently, pressing a kiss to your bottom lip gently and circling his thumbs on your hips. “Good, I ordered it before I came in. It’ll be here soon.”

He chuckled again, kissing you softly and squeezing your hips. “So we’ll have lunch here and then you can-“

“Ride you until I have so many orgasms I can’t see.” You told him, nodding along with the words.

“Or I could put you over my knee and spank you?” He offered and you considered it, pulling a face before sighing.

“Are you a virgin?” You asked running your hands up and down his arms. “Cause I don’t mind showing you how it’s done.”

“I’m not.” He told you with a sigh, leaning into your hand when you trailed one up to his cheek.

“So you’ve fucked other women but you won’t fuck me, who you love dearly?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“That is correct.” He was still smiling gently, which made you sigh. He knew you couldn’t be mad at him when he smiled at you like that.

“I get it. So you’re never going to fuck me.” You told him and he opened his mouth but you put your finger to his lip. “With your dick.”

“No. I don’t plan on it.” He told you honestly. He didn’t put an emphasis on his words or seem particularly bothered by what he said. You gave him the same energy back, a plain smile on your lips.

“And I plan on us being together for a long time. Maybe even the rest of our lives.” You told him and he nodded, eyes crinkling with his grin.

“As do I.” He agreed, thumbs still rubbing rhythmic circles in your hips. You ran your thumb over his cheek once more before frowning.

“So that would mean that the last man who put his dick in me was Scott Lang.” You frowned in thought before nodding. “Interesting.”

Bruce’s hands tightened suddenly on your hips, hard enough to leave bruises and he recoiled from your hands. “Scott Lang? When did you let Scott Lang fuck you?”

“Christmas. He was single, I was single at the bar during the party. He fucked me in a supply cupboard.” You told him like you were discussing your dinner choices. “He was big too. I suppose it was a good last fuck.”

“Scott Lang?” He repeated. “You let Scott Lang put his dick in you.”

“I didn’t let Scott Lang put his dick in me. I begged him to.” You explained and looked up when there was a knock on the door and found one of the receptionists with a food bag.

“Leave it and go.” Bruce growled without looking up. “Shut the door after you.”

There was the noise of a paper bag being placed from behind you but Bruce wouldn’t let you turn around. The door clicked shut quietly. “That was rude.”

“You begged Scott Lang to fuck you. You let him cum inside you?” He asked and you tapped his nose twice.

“Wouldn’t you like to know. It doesn’t matter if I did. He’ll be the last person to ever take me like that.” You sighed wistfully. “Sometimes there’s nothing like a good old fashioned fuck.”

“I can’t.” He sounded physically pained to admit it. His hands moved from his bruising grip on your hips to cup your cheeks. “I love you and there is nothing more in life I’d love to do than bend you over the desk and fuck my cum so deep into you that you leak for the rest of the day.”

“Then do it. I know you want to fuck me. Want you to, daddy. Want you to fill me up until I can’t physically hold any more of you.” You begged holding on to his wrists as he cupped your face. “I trust you.”

“I don’t trust him.” He whispered. “When I orgasm, it releases adrenaline. Sex itself releases adrenaline. When it’s focused on you I can control it, reduce the excitement. I start going green when it’s just my hand. I don’t know what will happen if I get to fuck you.”

“You fucked other people.” You argued.

“Before.” He shrugged. He leaned his forehead against yours and sighed deeply. “It was all before. I haven’t so much as touched anyone that wasn’t you since.”

“Fuck me.” You whispered shamelessly. “Trial run. If it doesn’t work I’ll stop asking.”

“Let me think about it.” He sighed, finally straightening up. You wrapped your legs around his waist so he couldn’t walk away and shook your head.

“If I let you think about it then it’s over before we begin. Fuck me here and now. Jarvis will lock the lab down. Tony has measures in place for the other guy and the medbay is one floor down if I need it.” You told him and he winced. “Which I won’t.”

“You don’t understand. If I hurt you then this relationship will fall apart. I won’t be able to forgive myself and if I lose you then I’ll fall apart.” He sighed. “You’re worth so much more than getting my dick wet.”

“Bruce. I promise you that if at any second I feel pain, if I feel you’re loosing control or if I even think you’re turning a solid green then I will get myself out and away from you.” You swore, hand resting over his heart. “I want you to feel as good as I do.”

“Baby.” He sighed, catching you hand over his heart and holding it tightly. You could see the hesitation in his eyes and you brought out the big guns.

“Don’t you want to fuck me, daddy? Don’t you want to bounce me on your cock, stuff me full of your cum?” You whimpered, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“You don’t fight fair.” He groaned before kissing you, nipping at your lips and shoving his tongue past them to press against yours. You gasped and tightened your legs on his hips, arching against him. He kissed down your neck, sucking at the skin.

“Jarvis, lock the lab down.” You groaned and Bruce paused, sucking what you knew would be an impressive bruise onto your collarbone. “You gonna fuck me?”

“Like you’ve never been fucked before.” He promised and your whined, pulling your top off and reaching behind yourself to unhook your bra. He dragged his hands up to your chest, fingers and thumbs pinching at your nipples, rolling them while you groaned. “You’re so fucking desperate for me.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” You arched into his touch and swore you saw stars when his mouth closed round one of your nipples. He ran his tongue over it, nipping gently with his teeth. “Banner, if you don’t get your pants off and quick then I’m gonna cry.”

“Let me get you ready first.” He unhooked your legs from around his waist and pulled you off the desk. He kissed you softly, inhaling shakily when he pulled away. “I don’t have a condom.”

“Don’t even fucking try it. I’m on birth control and I’m clean.” You promised him. “You’re not backing out on me now.”

“Turn around, bend over the edge of the table.” He ordered and you did as you were told, hissing as your bare chest pressed against the cool surface. He pushed your jeans down along with your underwear and knelt down to help you out of them.

He pressed a kiss to the back of your thigh, trailing kisses up over your ass cheeks and back down the other leg. “Sometimes I think you’ll drive me crazy just from how much I want to feel you clamp down on my cock while you cum.”

“Bruce.” You groaned as he dragged a finger up and down your slit before pressings finger into you. “Want you so bad.”

“I’m quite big. Gonna have to open you up baby. Gonna get you nice and relaxed for daddy’s cock.” His voice lacked his usual cocky tone and you looked over your shoulder in time to watch him swallow nervously.

He added a second finger, his free hand gripping your hip tight enough to bruise and you closed your eyes before sighing. “You gotta ease up on my hip.” You told him, pressing your hand over his. “Normally I wouldn’t mention it, it’s not even hurting that bad but I want you to trust that I know when to stop you.”

His hand relaxed under yours and he bent down, pressing a kiss to your spine and breathing out shakily. You groaned when his fingers brushed that spot inside of you that he never failed to find. Before him you thought that sweet spot was a myth, never having felt pleasure like what he gave you.

“Oh fuck, so good. Can’t imagine how much better your cock will be.” You whined, beginning to thrust back to meet his fingers. He added a third and you squeezed against him, whimpering and groaning at the intrusion. “Gonna fill me up, daddy?”

“Gonna stuff you.” He grunted and your heart began to pound when he lifted his hand from your hip, his belt buckle tinkling as he opened it. “Gonna ruin this tight little cunt for anyone else. Gonna make it so that no one will ever compare again.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s yours to ruin. I don’t want anyone else.” You whine as he runs the tip of his cock along your slit before nudging against your hole. “Please, daddy.”

“Careful baby girl, take it slow.” His hands shook on your hips and he pushed in just barely, already stretching you. It seemed to take forever as he inched in slowly, his breathing erratic behind you. “You okay?”

“I’ve never been more okay in my life. I’m so fucking full.” You groaned as his hips pressed against your ass. He took a few breaths to steady himself and you denied every urge and impulse in your body to begin moving, waiting until he was ready. “I love you.”

You’d said it before, hundreds of times by now. He had said it first but it had never felt as raw as it was right now. You wanted to reassure him, offer him the promise of a forever when he was at his most vulnerable.

“Fuck.” He pulled out in one long slide before thrusting back in hard enough to make you moan. You looked down to his hands on your hips as he railed out and back into you again. His hands were still his, no sign of green anywhere. “You’re so fucking tight. Like a vice. Probably cut off circulation in my cock.”

“I wouldn’t dare. Might mean I never get it again.” You told him, arching back to meet his thrusts. “And now that I’ve had you I’m going to beg for this every day forever.”

“You’re way too coherent.” You had thought his pace was brutal. He surprised you by kicking it up a notch, fucking into you at a speed you could barely believe. The sounds of skin slapping skin and the noise of his cock in your slick pussy was so erotic you didn’t even get to warn Bruce before you were cumming, crying out desperately. You were a babbling mess as he continued to fuck you, one hand coming around to rub your clit harshly. “Another one.”

His hand had the lightest hue of green when you looked down and you swallowed convulsively but said nothing, watching to make sure the shade didn’t deepen. You were a babbling mess, unable to string a sentence together.

“Gonna fill you up baby. Gonna pump you so full of my cum that it will run out of you. Want to see it make a mess down your thighs.” Nervous Bruce was gone. This was Daddy Bruce, pleasure was his only goal right now.

“Do it. Make a mess, mark me up and own me, daddy.” You groaned and then gasped when he clenched your hip. The color in his fingers didn’t deepen but you were sure he was growing, his cock widening your hole impossibly. He was getting bigger and you could feel the stretch.

The thought had you falling over the edge. Your second orgasm hit you like a train, almost passing out. You were aware enough to feel the hot spurts from Bruce as he came. He pressed against your back, breathing erratically. He clenched a fist by your face and you watched the color recede from his hands.

“Oh fuck.” He whispered against your back.

“I hope Tony locks me out of his lab more often.” You laughed quietly.

He could hear his friends calling his name but his focus was on you as he bulldozes through the crowd.

Excitement fills up your veins when you see his tall figure in the corner of your eye, "Oh hey Rafe-"

He roughly grabs you by your arm, dragging you off the stool you've been sitting on and making his way towards the pool house. Even though his grip on you was bruising, you didn't feel any pain as adrenaline rushes through your body.

Rafe pushes you inside the spare bedroom in the pool house and locks the door behind him. His hands immediately unbuckle his belt and slip them off of his pants then walks towards you.

He turns you around roughly and shoves you down the bed. You feel the cold leather of his belt loop around your wrists and tighten into a strong hold. His hot breath lands on your ear, "Since you want to be a slut, I'll make you one"

That's all he says before moving you around like a ragdoll and placing you on your knees on the ground before him.

His pants are unzipped, boxers are down and his huge dick springs out in front of you. Without much thinking, you attach your lips around the head but you were stopped by Rafe's hand colliding with your cheek making your head swivel to the side but he brings back your gaze towards him with a forceful hand on your jaw.

"Did I tell you to fucking do that?" he seethed.

"No, daddy," you breathed out. Wetness pools in your underwear at how rough he's being with you right now.

He smirks at the nickname, "Open your mouth"

You pry open your lips and stuck out your tongue. He spits in your mouth then shoves his dick inside making you gag at the unexpected movement. Your hair is tightly held into a ponytail by Rafe's hand. The tip of your nose continuously touches his lower stomach as he roughly fucks your face.

"You love this don't you? love your throat getting used like this, gagging on my cock, such a slut," he clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth as he continues to slide down your throat. He turns you on so much, it hurts.

Tears are running down your cheeks making it hard to look up at him but his hand comes down to wipe them away from your eyes.

"Fuck, you look so pretty with your mouth filled up and crying because of it, baby," he throws his head back.

He goes on, then when he looks back down at you, his thrusts slow and finally pulls out, leaving a string of saliva connecting your lips and his dick.

Rafe bends down to kiss your lips gently before moving to kneel behind you. That's when your gaze lands on your reflection with his huge figure behind you. There was a huge mirror on the wall. You could see the mascara running under your eyes and your lips all swollen from getting fucked.

Long fingers sweep your hair from one shoulder to the other. His arm slide across your waist, one resting on your hip. The pointer finger with the ring drags the edge of your skirt up, painfully slow. He rests it above your hips, revealing the red lace you were wearing under neath.

Rafe would've given in from there, knowing that you wore that for him and him only, but he still wanted to punish you for riling him up like that earlier.

He urges you to sit up on your knees so he could take your thong of then sets you back down to lean back against him. Rafe spreads your legs apart then peers into your eyes through the mirror as he kisses your neck.

"Remind me, baby, who do you belong to?" he asks while his knuckles brush against your pussy.

You smirk, "No ones"

He shakes his head before roughly shoving two fingers into you, you throw your head back on his shoulder with a loud moan, "Holy shit"

"Answer again and you better get this right, who the fuck do you belong to?"

His fingers continue to move at a rapid pace and his hand grips your jaw to pull your head down to look at him.

"Answer me, whore"

"Hmm...ma-maybe the guy earlier," I gasp out, boldly peering through his angry eyes.

"Fucking brat," he says before pulling his fingers out and slapping your pussy, quickly cutting off the whine you were about to let out with a groan.

Rafe shoves you off of him, standing up and putting pillows in front of you. He pushes you down on the pillows with your hips up. His pants are now discarded on the floor next to you and your shirt is ripped open.

"Didn't even bother to wear a bra today, huh?" he chuckles. You could feel his dick brushing across your pussy. His hand comes down on a harsh slap on your ass when you try to push back against him.

"You know, pretty sluts like you deserve to be fucked, but when you're being a brat like you are right now, I think you deserve torture"

Then he's fully inside you. His dick stretches you out like nothing else ever could. You're screaming and fighting against the restraints as he thrusts roughly inside you. It was painful but you loved it.

His veiny hand grabs the belt around your wrists to pull you back against him. He was merciless as he fucks you into the floor.

"R-Rafe, oh fuck," you whimpered.

"That's right, say my name, you little bitch"

Not even five minutes of him being inside you, fucking you so hard that you start seeing stars, you can feel yourself getting close to an orgasm.

"I'm so close, Rafe," you whine

"Not yet," he winds your hair up and pulls you so his chest is flat against your back and his other hand is wrapped tightly around your throat, no doubt that it would create bruises.

"Please, Rafe, I need t-to come," you plead.

"I'm giving you one last chance, who do you belong to?" he grits his teeth as he concentrates on not blowing his load at how much your walls were squeezing around him.

"Y-yours, I'm yours," you finally give in and that was such a relief for him.

"Yeah, you're mine," he closes his eyes at hearing those words from you, "No one can fuck you so hard that you'd feel this big dick inside you for days, I'm the only one that can make you come this hard"

You take that as a permission to come on his dick , moaning so loudly that you were sure people outside could hear you, while his hips stutter behind you and finally comes right after with a loud groan against your neck.

You both stay like that, both sweaty but neither of you cared as he holds on to you.

Seconds turn into minutes when he eventually decides to remove the belt from your wrists, rubbing them with his thumb when he spots the redness on them.

He looks up at you, "You okay? I didn't go too rough, didn't I?"

You smile and turn your head to look at him, "You were perfect, Rafe Cameron"

He smiles at you and kisses you deeply but gently.

"You're mine and I'm yours, don't ever forget that"

Author's note

You should have known that Rafe agreeing to try watching your favorite show had a catch. If you had known the catch was him trying to teach you how to golf, you might not have tried so hard.

“Come on, I watched your show there, you owe me.” he leans against your doorway, watching you where you sit on your bed actively resisting the proposal.

“That’s golf though, that's so boring.” You whine, pouting at him in hopes he’ll let it go.

“Your show was boring,” he says instead, and you gasp, offended.

“Take that back!” “Go golfing with me!”

“No!”

“Your show was boring-”

“Rafe!”

“Go golfing with me.” You stare at your boyfriend, knowing he’s not gonna cave, but wondering if it’s worth it to keep resisting. “Come on, it’ll be fun. I’ll be right there to teach you if you don’t know how to do something and it can be like a date! You enjoyed it when we went mini-golfing with Sarah and Topper.”

He pushes off the doorway, walking over to sit on the edge of the bed next to you. “You’ll love it, I promise.” He leans in, kissing you slow and smooth and very, very convincingly.

You sigh when he pulls away, giving in. “Okay, fine. We can go golfing.”

About an hour later you and Rafe were at the golf course, Rafe done up in his adorable golfing outfit, pink polo, white shorts, golfing gloves and all, with Rafe carrying both your golf bags. You had refused to carry your own, saying it was his consequence for making you play golf.

He got you set up at the first tee box, and decided he would demonstrate how to swing first so you would know what to do when it came to be your turn. Of course, at the same time he was demonstrating how to hit the golf ball, a very beautiful bird flew by, catching your attention. Your eyes followed the bird, and all your senses honed in on it so you completely missed everything he said and did.

“Babe?” You snap back to attention, looking at your boyfriend’s annoyed expression confusedly.

“What?”

He sighs, jutting out his hip and placing his hand on it sassily. You hold back a smirk, knowing he’s doing so seriously, but it still looks funny. “I was showing you how to swing the club, and you weren’t paying attention.”

He suddenly moves forward, grabbing your wrist and pulling you with him. He situates you in front of the tee, pressing his back to your front and placing your hands around the handle of the golf club, under his.

“Are you paying attention now?” He says near your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. His hands are so much larger than yours that when he wraps them around the handle of the golf club over your hands he completely makes them disappear.

He begins to speak to you again about golf but your mind is wandering, this time not about birds but instead about his hands… his fingers…

“Damnit, babe, again?!”

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“Fuck, Y/N,” Rafe groaned, his head falling back onto the chair of the desk as Y/N sucked on his neck, slowly grinding her hips against his clothed hard on.

He’d texted half an hour ago to let her know that he had to cancel their plans to hang out, having to instead do some overtime work for his dad whilst he was on a sudden business trip in the Bahamas. Y/N had come over with the intentions of dropping off the food they were going to eat and leaving him to it, but seeing him under the dim lighting of Ward’s office, his shirt unbuttoned at the neck and his hair ruffled from stressfully running his hands through it… she had to at least kiss him before she left.

“I really need to finish this.” Rafe’s actions were contradictory to his words, his thumbs pressed into her hips to push her against his crotch further as she surfaced from his neck, her lips puffy and swollen as she grinned.

She lifted her hips up to lean slightly above him, pushing him back on his chair before kissing him – holding his jaw whilst she pulled his bottom lip about between her teeth. That was enough for him to slam the book behind her closed, holding her waist as her leaned her back against the desk, leaning forward to kis–

RING. RING. RING.

He sighed, Y/N’s elbows still behind her on the surface of the desk as his palms trailed down her side. He glanced at the phone, seeing the caller ID being the exact associate he was filling the paperwork in for. His dad had let him know he’d transferred the work to his son whilst he was away, giving him his number if he needed anything.

Despite wanting nothing more than to rip his girlfriend’s clothes off right there and then and fuck her into oblivion over this desk, the call was important, and his dad would kill him if he ignored a client.

“I have to answer him, sorry, pretty girl,” he leaned in to press a tender kiss to her lips and grab his phone, expecting she’d climb off him and leave him to talk. When she didn’t, his thumb hovered over the answer button, a look of confusion on his face.

“So answer it.” She mischievously smirked, climbing off his lap to push out the chair, kneeling before him under the desk.

“Baby, what are you–”

“Answer it.” She demanded, maintaining eye contact as she started to fumble with his belt. He closed his eyes, gripping the phone as he contemplated just letting it ring out. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t fuck up losing one of his dad’s biggest clients – so he answered, lifting the phone to his ear seconds before the call would’ve ended.

“Scott, hi,” he started, trying to sound as confident and professional as possible despite having his girl literally kneeling before him.

“Ah, Rafe! I was starting to think I’d never get through to you.”

“Sorry about that, I wasn’t…” he began to trail off as Y/N removed his pants, starting to palm him through his boxers, “I wasn’t near my phone. What can I do for you?”

Rafe gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to gasp when Y/N then removed his boxers, instantly running her thumb over his tip. He felt his hips automatically bucking, the risk of having someone potentially hear surprisingly turning him on more.

Fuck he loved his girlfriend.

“Well I was just going over some files, you have a minute to talk? I’ve realised some errors and I want to ensure you’ve got the right papers with you.”

“Yes, sir, that’s…” he threw his head back as Y/N took him into her mouth, only beginning to suck on the first few inches of him, still pumping anything that wasn’t currently occupied by her lips, “thats fine.”

“You okay, son?”

He was beginning to struggle to hold the phone, so he tightened his grip around the device at the same time he held onto the arm of his chair, his knuckles practically going white as Y/N started to take his full length.

“Perfect, sorry, bad reception. Please, go on.”

His breathing became jagged, his eyes completely closed and he had to bite his tongue to stop a low moan from escaping his throat as Y/N swirled her tongue around his cock, still looking up at him through thick lashes.

As Scott started to talk business, Rafe felt his grip on the phone becoming looser, so he leaned forward, putting the call on speaker before dropping his head to the desk, his hands gripping the edge of the wood as his mouth opened and his eyes fell shut.

He wasn’t paying attention to a word anymore, his only focus on being Y/N and the magic she was working with her mouth. His hands began to roam the desk, gripping any surface he could as his chest rose and fell faster and faster. When Y/N began to massage his balls, he shot up, his palms dragging across the desk and knocking all the papers and a few pens off. He himself didn’t notice, but Scott managed to hear.

“And this account– you okay over there, Rafe?”

He gripped the arms of the chair, his chest heaving as he tried to form words, “I’m incredible. Keep talking, I’m listening,” they came out raspy and breathy, but Rafe didn’t care. He was receiving the best God damn head of his life.

“Uh… okay, well like I was saying, this account…”

Y/N now began a three point goal: sucking as much of him as she could whilst she pumped his length and massaged his balls, all as fast as possible. She had to resist the urge to lean down and relieve her own tension just at the sight of him panting and gripping, coming completely undone around her.

He could feel himself coming to his finish, and knew he wouldn’t be able to contain himself once it happened. So, he grabbed Y/N’s face roughly, pulling her off his dick and mid-sentence, he interrupted Scott.

“Hey, listen Scott, shit,” he muttered, “something’s just cropped up, a family emergency, so could this maybe be sent in an email?”

“Well, I–”

“Thanks so much, Scott.”

In that moment, he didn’t care if he just lost his father’s biggest client, he ended the call and collapsed his head back to the desk, letting go off Y/N’s face and giving her the silent go ahead to proceed.

“God, that feels so good.Fuck,” he dragged out, his voice low yet loud enough to echo the whole office. Y/N didn’t stop till she couldn’t feel him shooting his load into the back of her throat anymore, swallowing around his dick till it twitched inside her mouth. When he was done, hyperventilating and collapsed against the chair, she released her mouth with a gasp, spit and cum dripping from both him and her. He looked down, his vision still blurred from his high, the sight of her alone enough to make him hard again.

“Are you trying to kill me?” he let out, his chest still recovering.