Bruce Banner x flirty! male reader: Calm days
A Bruce x male reader, where the reader is a flirty boyfriend.
Warnings: Cursing
Y/N: Your name
E/C: eye colourÂ
H/C: hair colour
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Bruce loved days like today. Most days in the lab, he was constantly stressed, either with many and multiple projects due or just with Tony breathing down his neck. Bruce loved Tony like a brother, but the man could be annoying when he had nothing else to do.Â
But today was a good day. For one, Tony was on a business trip, meetings with the press and checking on certain product companies to pick up shipments he needed for new inventions. Fury hadnât asked for anything to be researched, or built, and all work projects were completed.Â
Which meant Bruce could spend his day in peace with his own personal inventions. And you.Â
Bruce smiled just at the thought of you. He couldnât wait for you to get back.
But he didnât really have to wait, because a knock came, and he knew who it was.
âHey handsome!â You greeted happily, or at least you tried, since there was a bag of doughnuts in your mouth. Both your hands were holding a coffee. Bruce chuckled warmly at the sight and walked over to help you out, taking a cup from one hand and the bag from your mouth. He then moved out of the way letting you into the room, then shutting the door.
âYou know I couldâve come with you if you had woken me up.â Bruce kissed your cheek and you beamed.
âI know, but you hadnât slept in a while and I knew you needed rest so I just let you sleep.â
The scientist smiled at his H/C boyfriend, looking over at the post it note on his glasses that rested on his bed side table. When he woke up that said âGonna get us some good stuff, sleep in baby, love you -Y/Nâ. God he loved you.Â
âSo, what are you gonna work on today science boy?â you smirked, crossing your arms and leaned against the wall.
 âI thought we agreed no more of that name.â
âI agreed to no such thing... science boy.â Bruce groaned but began to explain making motions wildly with his hands to explain his newest creation. You nodded along, not really paying attention to his words, but more on Bruce himself. The way his hair curled, how serene and calm he was when he wasnât stressed as hell. How happy he got when he talked about his work. The rough morning voice you loved. The light from the window he was standing in front of shining on him just right so he looked like the angel he was. Just him.Â
The two of you had met three years ago, when Tony had brought you in. Tony and you were best friends, and when you gained powers he was the one there to help you. How did he find out? Well for one you couldnât close a window without ripping the thing off the wall. Or open a door without putting your hand through it. It was a hard time in your life, you went from a happy go lucky guy to angry, all the time, and never letting anyone touch you.
On normal circumstances Tony would have taken the matters into his own hands. But he knew someone better fit to help, which was Bruce. The two of you had similar powers, both of you had a lot of internalized anger, and you both needed someone. So Tony introduced you, and it went from there.Â
Now here you both were, 2 years after your first date, still going strong. Except as far as any of the Avengers knew you two were just friends, per Bruceâs request. âI just prefer to keep this to ourselves. It might sound dumb, but being the only one to be able to see you like this makes me feel special.â Bruce had mumbled in your ear. It was the first time you heard his voice so soft, and you couldnât refuse.Â
âHey, Y/N.â Bruce looked at you concerned.
âOh, hm?â
âI asked if you were alright hun. You just sort of zoned out. Are you feeling okay?âÂ
âYeah, Iâm good, youâre just cute when you talk about your work, science boy.â You teased once again.
 He flushed red, and turned his face away.Â
âAw, are you embarrassed babe?â you came behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in the crook of his neck. He leaned back in your arms, still blushing.
âNo...â he mumbled.
âAwwwww.â You gushed at your boyfriend, seeing through his blatant lie. He placed his hands on yours and swayed slightly with your body. Your lips placed soft kisses along his neck.Â
His eyes closed, enjoying moments where he could just be with you. Despite never saying it out loud, he loved your subtle flirting, and your not so subtle flirting. He loved this, loved you.
You placed kisses slow kisses against his jaw, âGod your beautiful Bruce.â
He laughed at your statement, âSo Iâve heard.âÂ
âIâm serious.âÂ
âIâm nothing special. You are.âÂ
Now you laughed, âIâm just a strong guy.â
âLies.â he turned in your arms, before you could protest, and kissed you deeply. You smiled and kissed back, pushing Bruce to the wall. His arms wrapped around your neck, and your hands were firmly pressed against his hip bones.
Before you could go any further, a knock on the door made both of you jump away from one another.
âBanner?â Steve called out from the other side. Your hearts pounded.Â
Your lover cleared his throat, âCome in Captain.â He responded after you had hid in the closet.
He walked in, âHi, sorry to disturb your morning, but have you seen Stark? Heâs supposed to be taking a look at some mechanical pieces for Fury.â
âHeâs on a business trip, heâll be back tomorrow.â Bruceâs voice shook slightly as he placed his hand on his neck where hickeys had been made the night before.
The soldier groaned, âGod damn it, okay, thanks Banner.âÂ
âAnytime.â Bruce called out as the door closed. You waited a few seconds before coming out from the closet, âShit that was close.â Bruce ran his hands through his hair.
âWeâre gonna have to tell them eventually,â you sighed, wrapping your hands around Bruceâs waist lazily. He nodded and placed his hands on your arms.
âYeah, especially since youâve started sleeping in here more often.âÂ
You wiggled your eyebrows, âOh just sleeping?âÂ
Bruce laughed and pulled down his loose white T-shirt, showing his E/C boyfriend the hickeys he had left behind on his neck and chest, âWhy donât we ask my poor collar bones that.âÂ
You smiled deviously, pulling him closer. Bruceâs face flushed again and he laughed. He loved days like this.









