WARNING. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LEMON. MEANING, IT HAS GRAPHIC AND IN-DEPTH DESCRIPTIONS OF SEX. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.
"Seven Minutes in Heaven ~ Bruce EXTENDED VERSION" – Avengers (and Loki) x Reader
The item you retrieved from the bag confused you… It was an action figure, G.I Joe or something like that, with no shirt, and its stomach was coloured in… the ink that was used discoloured the skin, turning it a rather vile dark brown colour.
"Tony, what the hell is this…?" you asked, passing the action figure to him. He took it with a smirk.
"Bruce honey~," Tony sang with a wide smirk,
"What is it, darling?" Bruce replied, slightly more monotone when compared to Tony. The brunette scientist walked over to the two of you. Tony threw the toy at Bruce,
"The permanent marker didn't work as well as we thought it would…" he said, turning to a clearly disappointed Clint. He then turned his attention back to you and Bruce, "Oh well, in the closet for both of you!" he said, pushing you both towards the open door.
"H-hey, wait a-," Bruce tried to say, before he was cut off by the slamming door.
The closet was slightly bigger than you had thought it would be, and considering Bruce was staying pretty close to one side of the closet, it seemed even bigger. Speaking of Bruce, he stood, rather nervously, murmuring to himself. Your brows furrowed,
"Hey, Bruce…" you called, gently touching his shoulder, didn't answer. "Are you feeling alright, Bruce?" His muscles tensed, and he was breathing unusually deeply,
"I've had an issue with confined spaces before… I told Tony that before the game started, but… well apparently he didn't listen to me…"Bruce laughed anxiously. You gave the man beside you a sad smile; this definitely was not a comfortable place for Bruce… You reached for your phone and turned on the 'flashlight' before placing it on a shelf above your heads,
"Well… at least we have light…" you said, feeling like a fish out of water. Bruce nodded, looking up to the phone before busying his eyes with the objects around the two of you. He really didn't like the small space… a guilt filled lump caught in your throat, if you hadn't agreed to this, then he wouldn't be feeling quite to antsy… "Is there anything I can do…?" you said, tugging awkwardly on your hair. He chuckled,
"No, not really…" his eyes met with yours for a moment before he forced himself to look away. Seeing Bruce like this was painful. He was never the 'life of the party', and let's face facts, when compared to Tony, Clint or Thor, everyone was quiet… However, Bruce's quietness and… history… made people approach him differently than they would if it was anyone else, but you never had felt that way. You loved his mind, personality, and even his long winded explanations and conversations, even if you never completely understood what he was saying… Your heart began racing… Why? A soft blush was probably covering your cheeks as well… You rubbed your neck and looked away when a memory of your childhood suddenly flashed before your eyes. That was how you could help!
"Okay, come here…" you said, taking a hold of his hands, he looked at you questioningly. You smiled and placed your hands on his shoulders, forcing him to sit down on the floor with you.
"(N-Name)?" he asked, clearly confused. You giggled at your own brashness; you probably seemed completely crazy with the sudden attitude change.
"I was kind of a stressed child… My mum use to do this whenever I was anxious or nervous about something that was completely ridiculous…" you said with a smile. Bruce chuckled softly. Good, he was calming down a little… "Okay, sit with your back flat against the wall and close your eyes," he did as you had asked.
You blew of the tips of your fingers, hoping to warm them up, before gently placing your hands on his neck. The physical contact made him jump a little, and caused him to open his eyes, however, after you coaxed him back into a state of semi-relaxedness, you started again. You leaned over Bruce's legs and gently began to massage his shoulders, initially he was tense, but as time passed, he became more relaxed.
"Breathe slowly… In, and out…" Bruce smiled slightly,
"It isn't the first time I've heard that." He commented, opening his eyes. You pouted and covered his eyes with your hand,
"Eyes closed!" you ordered a wide grin covering your face. "Clear your mind." Bruce sighed and obeyed once again. You moved your hands to his temples and moved your thumbs in small, soothing circles, "and imagine yourself somewhere calm, somewhere peaceful,"
"Like Harlem?" he said with a half laugh. You groaned and dropped your hands from his temples. "Sorry…" he said quickly. "Go ahead… I'll be good, I promise," he said with an apologetic smile. Your (e/c) eyes moved to his,
"Promise?"
"Promise." You both smiled at each other before your hands moved back to his temples.
"Now, please do everything I said before, but without a smartass comment, okay?" you asked with a wide grin.
"Okay," he answered with a smile that mirrored your own. Your thumbs began to move in circles again, gently massaging his temples,
"Focus on the way the light moves and reflects on your surroundings… the sounds of the world around you, the scent of the air… the temperature of the air on your skin…" Your hands moved back to his now completely relaxed shoulders, "Where are you…?" you asked while caressing his shoulders a little firmer than before.
"In a closet in Stark Tower…" again you removed your hands from his shoulders, only this time you crossed your arms over your chest.
"Bruce, you promised." You said, moving away from him. When his eyes opened and met with your own, you chose to, rather childishly, look away and pout.
You could feel his eyes on you, scanning your form, silently assessing you… or, that was how it seemed to you. Bruce's warm hand moved to your knee; your eyes quickly snapped to him,
"You told me to imagine somewhere calm and peaceful…" his gaze lowered for a moment, "since The Other Guy entered my life I've had very few places where I felt calm…" his hand moved to your flushed cheek. "Do you want to know what I was imagining?" his gaze moved back to meet your own, causing your cheeks to colour more than it already was. You nodded, absentmindedly.
He looked up to the ceiling and took a deep breath, trying to order his thoughts.
"The torch above our heads threw a light on you that almost mimicked moonlight… it reflected on your (h/c) hair which caused an almost halo-like effect to surround your head…" your eyes widened and a soft tingle ran down your spine. Bruce's eyes moved back to you. "Your voice cut through the utterly unbearable silence, guiding me through the darkness of my mind…" his hand moved nervously to your waist, pulling you closer to him. "The scent of your perfume was a welcomed break from the haze of the alcohol from earlier tonight…" one of your hands moved to rest on his chest while the other traced over his cheek, "the air was cold, but the warmth of your hands sent a warmth radiating through me…" by this time he had pretty much pulled you onto his lap, his hand tightened around you as the other tangled itself in your hair. Your fingertips gently ran over his bottom lip before he pulled you into a soft kiss.
A warm tingle crept across your skin. The kiss was… absolutely perfect. Bruce wasn't overbearing, nor was he stagnant and boring. His lips moved against yours gently at first, but he gradually deepened the kiss, tracing his surprisingly skilled tongue across your lower lip, asking for permission, which you freely gave. You shifted awkwardly, the floor suddenly becoming all too uncomfortable, and decided to move to sit completely on Bruce's lap. As the small space between you and Bruce closed, and heated up, you felt completely and utterly incapable of controlling yourself. Bruce apparently felt the same way because his hands moved over your sides restlessly, and his lips moved from your own to gently kiss and suck on your neck and collar bone. You lifted yourself to straddle his hips and ran your hands down his chest. A soft, short moan escaping your lips as he nibbled on a tender piece of flesh. You felt his lips pull into a smile against your skin.
Bruce pulled your hips down to grind against his own; causing you to gasp softly. You giggled softly and ran your hands teasingly down his chest to the waist of his pants, choosing to gingerly run your fingertips over his manhood.
"(N-Name)," Bruce groaned. A smile pulled at your lips,
"What's wrong?" you said as innocently as you could manage while undoing the top button of his pants. Upon seeing your cheeky smile, Bruce chuckled, pulled you to his chest and nuzzled your neck softly. You removed your hands from his pants and instead chose to wrap your arms around him.
"That was mean…" he murmured. You pulled away, pouting softly.
"What do you mean?" you asked, trying your best to keep the grin from your face as your hands inadvertently and completely unintentionally ran down his chest.
"You shouldn't start things you don't have time to finish," he answered, moving stray pieces of hair from your eyes to behind your ear. The idea that sprung to your mind caused you to smile without restraint. When you finally found yourself able vocalise your idea, and your eyes refocused, you were met with a very confused and yet curious Bruce.
"Come with me," you said, standing up while taking hold of Bruce's hands. The brunette man stood, still obviously confused. You gave him an encouraging smile before retrieving your phone, and leading him out of the closet.
The door hit something hard, making it stop dead in its tracks just as you were about to pass through. Needless to say you hit the blocked door with a great force, which was only increased when Bruce ran into your back. You just managed to stick your head around the corner of the door. You found Tony flat on his butt, rubbing his head. Everyone else in the room was either laughing or attempting to hold back their snickering. You offered him an apologetic smile before trotting across the lounge room with Bruce, ignoring the odd looks the rest of The Avengers were giving the two of you.
"Where are you two going?" Tony asked,
"Where do you think!?" you called out over your shoulder, a soft blush covered Bruce's cheeks as you spoke which only caused your grin to grow.
"Don't forget to use protection!" Tony added just as you exited through the door.
"Protection…?" You just heard Steve ask. You wanted to face palm so badly… Poor Steve was about to have 'the Birds and the Bees' talk with Tony, Tony of all people… Bruce wrapped his arm shyly around your waist.
"I don't think Nat will let Tony traumatise Steve…" he whispered into your ear while pulling you towards the elevator.
"You never know…" you chuckled softly.
Everything in Bruce's room was perfectly ordered and neat, the bed was pristine as was... well… everything, the curtains, books, knick-knacks, hell, even the carpet was soft and plush! It was almost as if it had never been walked on before. Had Bruce not been leading you towards the bed, you were sure you wouldn't have entered the room, for fear of ruining anything. Bruce refocused your mind by squeezing your hand softly. You smiled apologetically and took up position next to him.
"Sorry…" you started, walking up to delicately press your chest against his, "now… where were we?" you asked with a provocative smirk. Bruce ran his hand through your hair, looking a little more nervous now. Okay, maybe slow things down to begin with… Your hand moved to his shoulders, and gently guided Bruce to sit on the edge of the double bed. You straddled his hips and kissed him gently. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you slightly closer. Your hands moved from his shoulder to the buttons on the front of his shirt, had you been moving at the pace you wanted, the shirt would have been ripped open, however, you told yourself you had to take it slower, so one by one you loosened the buttons of his shirt before sliding it from his shoulders. In the meantime Bruce's hands had slipped underneath your (colour) shirt, and had removed it from your torso. His hands roamed over your exposed flesh, but never quite gathering enough courage to touch to soft mounds on your chest. You supressed a sigh and lead Bruce's hands to unclip your (colour) bra. When the fabric dropped onto the floor, you could see Bruce became a little more fidgety, and yet comfortable at the same time. His hands moved to the tender mounds, and gently squeezed and teased the flesh.
You kissed the tip of Bruce's nose before sliding from his lap to kneel in front of him. A deep blush formed on his cheeks, you gave him an encouraging smile before running your hands down his thighs. You gently kissed his stomach as your hands unbuckled his belt, and removed his pants. This time it was your turn to blush, his member was already hardening against the thin fabric of his boxers. Your warm fingers gently ran up and down his now completely hard member, you saw a shiver pass through Bruce, causing a small smile to pull at the corner of your mouth. You leaned down and softly licked the tip through the fabric,
"(N-Name)," Bruce moaned softly. You removed your lips and removed his throbbing member from its fabric confines. Your hand ran along the length or sensitive flesh before taking a tighter hold and pumping the twitching member. "(N-Name)…" Bruce groaned, slightly rougher than before. For a moment you were unsure whether you should continue. However, when you squeezed his throbbing manhood again his hips bucked against your hand, you thought this to be a sign for him wanting you to continue, so you did. You gently kissed his stomach before taking the tip of Bruce's erection in your mouth. "(N-Name), stop," Your eyes moved to meet Bruce's, his face filled with a mixture of pleasure and pain.
"W-what's wrong?" you asked, releasing the tender hold on his manhood. The meagre movement against Bruce's tender flesh caused another moan to come from the brunette, you opened your mouth to ask if he was okay, but before you had the chance he gently pushed you away and slid even further from your reach, his hand tangled tightly in his brown locks. "Bruce…" you called gently while reaching for his shoulder, he jerked away, and held his hand up to ensure the distance between the two of you stayed as it was.
"I-I just…"He started before turning away, "(Name), please… I think you should leave…" his free hand balled into a tight fist as the skin of his body warped and turned a pale shade of green before returning to normal. You had seen Bruce change into 'The Other Guy' before, but never this close before…
Bruce saw the hesitation in your eyes and turned to face away, anger bubbling in his eyes. Immediately you hated yourself for your own doubts. You moved to kneel on the bed behind Bruce, and wrapped your arms around his heaving chest. The warmth of his flesh mixed with your own sending a radiating heat through the both of you, though, you were sure the physical contact only increased his anxiety.
"(Name), please…" all of his muscles were tense, and he tried to pull away from your grip. You moved closer to him, refusing to release him.
"Focus on the light… on the sounds, on the scent…" you kissed from his shoulder to the nape of his neck, "focus on the taste… Bruce." You gently placed your hand on his cheek and turned his head to face you. "Bruce, focus on me…" you said, using your other hand to guide one of his to your cheek. For the first few moments he remained tense, but, eventually his muscles relaxed, and his breathing returned to normal.
Bruce wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you onto his lap.
"W-We don't have to keep going if you don't want too…" you managed to say just before Bruce's mouth began to suck on the tender bud of your nipple. He smiled and pulled away,
"You shouldn't start things you cannot finish… Even I am not an exception to that rule…" he murmured before swivelling to gently place you on the bed, and take up position directly above you.
"You sure?" you asked, running your fingertips from his chest to the tip of his still erect manhood. Bruce's hand trailed up your thigh, stopping just shy of your wanting, wet folds. Yes, he was definitely sure…
Getting into position was a little awkward, Bruce lost his grip on the sheets a few times, causing him to fall with all of his weight onto you, not that it bothered you all that much, especially considering what you knew was to come. Slowly Bruce entered two of his fingers into you, the muscles of your thighs tensed. You gnawed on your lower lip, forcing the sounds forming in your throat back. Your feeble attempts were shattered the moment he started moving his hand, high-pitched mewls escaped your throat, which morphed into full blown moans of pleasure when Bruce's free hand moved to tenderly tease your nipple.
"B-Bruce-," you just managed.
"Hmm?" he replied, gently kissing and sucking on your stomach. You breathed in deeply, trying to steady yourself,
"Please, stop teasing me already…" you said quickly and as evenly as you could manage. Bruce's eyes locked with your own, silently asking if you were truly ready; you nodded, almost too eagerly. The brunette chuckled softly and removed his hands from your womanhood. He moved up on your body, choosing to gingerly kiss your neck before guiding himself slowly into you.
When he pushed further into you, your back to arch slightly and soft gasping moans came from your throat. Bruce's hand gripped your hip tightly, too tightly.
"B-Bruce…" you breathed deeply, gently squeezing his hand. His skin rippled green again, but for only a moment. He looked up to you, assuring you that he still remained in control. You smiled and gently kissed him, reassuring him that he was more than welcome to start moving.
Bruce's movements were jerky to begin with, both of you not quite accustomed to each other, but, with each thrust from the man above you, the more pleasure you were filled with. You groaned as his speed and depth increased, grinding your own his up as his came down. Your breathing became more ragged, and you found yourself unable to think clearly, the only thing keeping your mind working at all was the instinctual want and need for the man above you. Bruce pulled your mind back to him by kissing you hotly. His tongue entered your mouth, allowing your pink muscles to dance and prod each other; however, the need for air forced you two away quickly.
Soft and loud moans alike filled the room, the soft knocking of the bed head against the wall was like the rhythmic ticking of a clock, and you felt as though you were paralysed with pleasure. You lost the ability to control the strength or timing of your own hips, Bruce helped to guide you with one hand, as the other snaked around to your clitoris. The first touch from Bruce's fingers sent an indescribable feeling through your stomach, and when he found a comfortable spot that would allow him to continue thrusting while rubbing your clit, it drove you absolutely mad.
Your hands clenched into fists and pulled the sheets free from their once ordered place. You closed your eyes tightly, trying to prevent your already imminent orgasm from descending upon you before it should have, however when Bruce leaned back down to gently kiss and lick your skin, you knew couldn't hold back at all. Radiating warmth began to spread throughout your already warm body, and your stomach began to tense. You still kept trying to move your hips against Bruce's, however as you drew nearer to your climax, you felt completely unable to keep up with the brunette's movements, Bruce could sense this and somehow managed to keep the pace for the both of you. The tension in your stomach was almost unbearable, but, with one last thrust, Bruce relieved the pressure and sent you over the edge, causing your orgasm to rip though you like an uncontrollable wave.
You weren't entirely sure when Bruce came, however, you both ended-up laying in each other's arms, a thin veil of sweat coating your bodies as you breathing slowly returned to normal. You shifted into a more comfortable position and draped your arm over Bruce's chest. He smiled sheepishly, pulled you closer, and gently stroked your slightly dampened hair. This felt just… perfect… No stress, no holding back… Perfect.
