Skye/Bruce

So, when bored the other day, I put up a post on Tumblr (my tumblr is ozhawkauthor, if you didn't know) asking people to prompt me for what pairings from the original Crackship Armada they would like to see a smut sequel scene for. And no, I haven't quit writing more Crackships. I've been planning this for a while and just couldn't decide which ship to start with.

If you don't have Tumblr but would like to request a smut chapter extension, please feel free to ask in the comments! Note that I will try to write a smutscene for ANY pairing from the original index EXCEPT those that already have a sequel including smut (not all the sequels do) or if I know that there is a sequel in-progress that includes smut.

(one request per comment, please, as I am trying to write in order!)

Anyway, the first person to answer my request was dwyn5002… so without further ado, here's the requested Skye/Bruce smut… this follows on from Chapter 63, We've All Got Baggage.

Note – timescale-wise, this is after Age of Ultron. Only BruceNat wasn't a thing (shudders) and Bruce turned back up after a few weeks having had a nice relaxing vacation in Fiji, as Fury implied. He's now living in the New Avengers Facility.

"Nice digs," Skye said flippantly, following Bruce into his suite and dumping her bag by the couch.

"Um," Bruce looked around distractedly, shrugged. "Yeah. Well. It's home, these days. Suits me better than the fancy apartment Stark had done up for me in Avengers Tower."

He had nice taste, Skye thought. The major furnishings were in neutral, soothing tones, splashes of colour added here and there with a few eclectic items. A lovely blue and silver Indian wall hanging, a Native American patterned rug she thought might be Hopi arranged over the back of the couch, a carved South American wooden piece in the corner.

Bruce was watching Skye from the corner of his eye as she moved around the room, her long, slender fingers trailing lightly over his things. She stopped at the bookshelf for several long minutes, surveying the titles before suddenly spinning around and catching him staring at her.

Bruce flushed hotly. She'd caught him staring, admiring her incredulously – because she was seriously beautiful. And perhaps his expression was unguarded enough that she guessed what he was thinking, because she came walking over to him, her hips moving in an unconscious sway as graceful as it was seductive, the more so because he suspected it wasn't intentional at all. She stopped be the kitchen counter he was standing behind – necessarily, to conceal his arousal, the stretchy pants didn't help hide that at all – and smiled up at him through her lashes.

"So, handsome," Skye said, guessing correctly that Bruce was far too shy to take the initiative, "am I gonna have to get you drunk to take advantage of you? Because if so, let's break out the booze."

Bruce flushed even darker. "I don't drink. I – you know, the Other Guy. Don't want to risk losing control."

Skye tilted her head at him slightly, considering. "That's a shame, because you look like you could do with a little loosening up. Maybe I could give you a massage instead?"

He gulped. "Skye. We need to talk about this."

"About what?"

"I can't – the thing is, you see – when my heart-rate increases…" he was stuttering like a teenage boy with his first crush, Bruce realised despairingly. He stopped, tried again, and blurted "I can't have sex!"

Oh no, that was definitely worse.

Skye's eyebrows flew up, and then she smiled. "When was the last time that you tried?"

His mind flew back to Betty. "A long time ago."

"Before you and Hulk came to an understanding, right? Before you were able to choose when to let him out?"

"Well… yes. But I don't want to risk you, Skye. I won't risk you."

Skye smiled at him. "That is so sweet."

His blush returned, full force, and she couldn't resist rounding the counter. "I'm dangerous too, you know. I haven't tried having sex since I changed, got my powers. Who knows, I might be the one to lose control, not you."

Bruce's eyes widened as Skye got close. "Besides," she said in a light, teasing tone, "I'm betting the Big Guy likes me, hmm? I mean, he could have splattered me out there in the field, but he just kind of looked at me and smiled before collapsing and turning back into you."

"What?" Bruce gaped at her. "You were there before I turned back?"

"Yes," Skye agreed. "You really don't remember what happens, do you?"

"Most of it, no," he shook his head. "Skye, you must stay away when I'm in that form. I could hurt you."

"You could," she nodded. "But I don't think you will."

When had she come so close? She was standing right in front of him, looking up at him from her deep brown eyes, a smile curving her lush mouth.

He couldn't stop thinking about the way she'd tasted, the way she'd pulled him down and pressed that lush mouth to his, how she'd nibbled on his lower lip and… his breathing was coming really quickly, and Hulk was nowhere near the surface. Quite the opposite. He seemed to be utterly relaxed, contented in his little corner of Bruce's mind.

Bruce's lips were parted, his eyes dark and hungry as he looked down at Skye, and she stepped in closer again, sliding her arms around his waist. He was lean and fit, his arms strong as he instinctively wrapped them around her.

"How about," Skye said softly, "we take things slow, and if you feel like there's going to be a problem, we just stop? Hmm?"

"I really don't think I'll want to stop," Bruce admitted huskily.

Skye smirked. "Well, then, you'd better let me be on top. Just in case I need to make a quick getaway."

She was close enough to feel the jump of his arousal against her stomach, and her smirk widened. "I see someone likes that idea."

Coulson had provided him with a T-shirt when the quinjet picked them up, and Skye's hands slid up under the back of it now, drawing it gently upwards. "You can't object to me taking this off. I already saw that delicious chest."

Bruce blushed again, and she laughed softly. "You're adorable."

"I feel like a dorky teenager again," he admitted, lifting his arms and letting her pull the shirt off over his head.

Skye grinned, running her fingers into his thick mat of chest hair, tracing the firm pectoral muscles. "Haven't ever seen a teenage boy looking like this."

"I'm kind of hairy," Bruce muttered apologetically.

"Hot. As. Fuck." She looked up at him through those long lashes again before bending her head and very deliberately licking over one tight male nipple.

"Oh my God."

"Let's take this to a bed," Skye murmured, kissing her way across his chest, hooking two fingers into the front of his pants and tugging gently.

Bruce couldn't make any sound but "Nnngghhh," as he willingly moved, directing her to his bedroom. Within a minute he was flat on his back on the bed, Skye kneeling astride his hips, smiling down at him, her long dark brown hair tumbling down around his face.

"You're so beautiful," Bruce whispered wonderingly. His fingers traced shyly up her outer thighs, paused at her waist. "Would you…?"

"Take this off? Sure," Skye crossed her arms at her waist and pulled her shirt up and off, tossing it aside and looking back down at Bruce. His tongue slipped out to moisten his lips as he stared at the black lace barely covering her breasts.

"Wow," Bruce muttered thickly. "That is – wow, I didn't expect that. Thought you'd have some practical sports thingy on."

Skye smiled, taking one of his hands in hers. He had nice hands, broad palms and long, capable fingers. "I like to wear pretty things, under my clothes," she whispered softly, bringing his hand to her lips and flicking her tongue lightly over his fingertips. "It's my secret, though. Nobody knows but you and me." She sucked his index finger into her mouth then, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue stroking up the underside of his finger, swirling on the sensitive pad of his fingertip.

Bruce made a sound deep in his throat, somewhere between a squeak and a growl, and Skye's eyes flew to his, checking for any telltale gleam of green. But no, he was just staring at her with his pupils blown wide, his breath coming in quick, hungry pants.

Letting his finger out of her mouth with a wet pop, Skye smiled down at Bruce. "Are we all – not-green, here?"

He smiled back. "Not green at all." He actually had the oddest feeling that Hulk had gone to sleep.

"That's good. You're going to tell me if things get a bit too green for you, hmm?" Skye was still holding his hand, and she drew it down lower now, brought his wet index finger to her nipple, circled gently around it through the thin lace.

Bruce swallowed. "Yup." His free hand was moving up almost of its own volition, caressing her other breast, plucking light at her nipple. She had small breasts, in keeping with her slight build, but her nipples were plump and juicy and he wanted, very badly, to taste. Shifting her slightly back onto his thighs, he sat up, relishing Skye's appreciative look as his abdominal muscles rippled. He might not be as cut as his fellow Avengers, but he put in his hours in the gym.

"May I?" he slipped his hand from her grasp, moved it around behind her and plucked lightly at the clasp of her bra.

"Oh please do," Skye agreed, and a moment later he'd popped the clasp and drawn the lacy fabric away, discarding it and staring rapturously at her breasts for a moment before leaning forward and tracing his tongue lightly over a swollen, pouting nipple.

"Mm," Skye let her head fall back, relaxed into Bruce's touch as his fingers teased and tweaked the other breast. One firm hand between her shoulder blades, he held her steady as he enjoyed her breasts, investigating how sensitive she was, rolling her nipple in his mouth and suckling on it, slowly increasing the pressure until she moaned, her hips rocking against him.

It might have been a long time for Bruce, but he'd quite obviously not forgotten whatever he'd learned, Skye thought a little dazedly as he worshipped her breasts with his mouth and his talented fingers. She put one hand to the back of his head to hold him to her, running her fingers into his fluffy curls, her other hand landing on his shoulder and holding on tight, her fingertips digging lightly into the solid muscle there.

"Delicious," Bruce whispered, letting her nipple slip from his mouth and kissing his way across to the other breast. He nipped lightly at the fleshy curve beneath her nipple and Skye moaned louder, her hips jerking slightly. "So sweet. Do you like that, hmm?"

"Yes," she gasped out, fingers tightening in his hair. "Ahhh. Yes!" as he used the edge of his teeth against her nipple, lightly nipping before soothing the little bite with his hot tongue. Her nails sank into his shoulder and it was Bruce's turn to moan, the sound muffled around her breast.

He was achingly hard, very glad of his stretchy pants as otherwise the constriction would likely be painful. As it was, Skye was grinding lightly against him and he could feel her heat through the thin layers of cloth separating them. Slowly, he slipped the hand that had been playing with her breast down over her flat stomach, unbuttoned her pants. Skye moaned and rocked against his hand as his fingers explored, finding damp lace and scorching heat. Edging the lace aside, the tip of his middle finger just grazed her clit.

"Oh God, Bruce," Skye shuddered as he sucked hard on her nipple at the same time. "Yes. Please."

"I got you, beautiful," he whispered against her hot skin, shifting them, laying her down beside him gently, pulling her pants further down so he could get his hand in deeper. She shoved at her pants impatiently, but she'd forgotten she was still wearing boots and ended up with the fabric tangled around her ankles as she groaned impatiently.

"Easy!" Bruce found himself chuckling, "easy, Skye. No rush." Moving down the bed, he sat on the edge and took one foot into his lap, unlacing her boot.

"Ugh," Skye muttered, "there is a rush, I need you." She threw her forearm over her eyes, a little embarrassed to look at him, wondering if she'd been a bit too forward. If he would think she was slutty.

"No," he said, "no rush. Let's do this right." Easing off her boot, he peeled off the sock beneath and took her other foot in his hands, looking up along her body, seeing her arm over her eyes and her face flushed red. He hesitated, and then made himself finish removing her clothes, looking at her laid on his bed. "I'm still wondering if this is all just the best dream I ever had. I don't want it to be over too quickly."

That made her smile, and she lifted her arm and peeked at him. "Not a dream. At least, if it is, I'm having it too."

Bruce smiled. He was still holding her feet in his lap, and he moved them back onto the bed now, knelt and started to kiss his way slowly along her calves. "It's a really excellent dream, isn't it?"

Skye parted her legs, smiling as his fingers slid along her inner thighs. "Fantastic. Be even better if you were naked too."

He paused a moment, and then shrugged. Hulk was definitely asleep in the corner of his mind. Straightening up for a moment, he kicked off the trainers Coulson had provided and shucked his pants.

"Oooh, hello," Skye eyed Bruce lasciviously. He was leanly muscled all over, and Little Bruce was definitely very interested in the proceedings – and not little at all. Bruce flushed slightly, and then laughed.

"'S been a long time for me, Skye, and I'm not even sure if I'll be able to carry through. Let me give you a good time first." And he knelt between her parted legs.

"Oh, I can live with that," she agreed very happily. "Best. Dream. Ever." It got even better as he lowered his head and she felt his lightly stubbled chin rub against her inner thigh as he pressed kisses over his words there, trailing slowly upwards. One strong arm slid under her thigh and he lifted it over his shoulder, opening her up for him. Skye dug her fingers into the mattress as she felt warm breath flowing over her clit a moment before his tongue ghosted lightly over the swollen little bud. She bit her lip, suppressing a loud cry.

"Don't hold back," Bruce whispered between light flickers of his tongue over already-dripping folds. "I want to hear you. Want to hear whether you like what I'm doing."

So she let it out. Moaned and squealed as his tongue and lips worked hungrily, sobbed his name as two strong fingers slid inside her suddenly, crooking deftly to caress her inner walls, searching for the tiny bundle of nerves. He smiled against her when he found it, Skye letting him know as her body bucked against him and she screamed with pleasure, wetness flooding over his hand and face.

Skye was almost sobbing as she came down slowly, Bruce's fingers stroking still, massaging her clit gently, his warm lips pressing soft kisses up her stomach to her breasts before his tongue traced delicate circles around her sensitive nipples. She brought a shaking hand to his head, caressed his fluffy dark hair.

"Th-thank you," she slurred out.

Bruce chuckled quietly, his lips vibrating slightly against her nipple making her shudder with a renewed shock of pleasure. "Oh, beautiful. Thank you."

She had to lie still for a moment, gathering her strength, as his fingers caressed her folds and his mouth worshipped her breast. And then she tightened her fingers in his hair and pulled lightly, making him lift his head to look at her.

"Big Green behaving himself?"

"I think he's asleep," Bruce admitted, still stunned about that, especially since he suspected his heart rate was up through the roof.

Skye smiled. "Good. We can rock the cradle, then," she said teasingly, and with a deft twist of her body, Bruce found himself suddenly flipped to his back, Skye sliding down over him with a wicked light in her eyes. He choked as she clamped her knees to his ribs, sitting up and reaching behind her with a smirk, her fingers wrapping around his straining cock.

"Oh Jesus," he had to shut his eyes, the sight of her too much for his overloading senses. "Skye," her name spilled from his lips as she positioned herself and sank down slowly on him.

"Bruce," she groaned back, sinking lower, taking him deeper and deeper until she was seated on his groin, his throbbing, aching length buried to the hilt inside her.

Strong hands tightened on her hips and he held her still for a moment, taking slow, deep breaths, trying to win back some control. "Easy," he whispered as Skye let out a pleading little whine, her fingers settling on his forearms, her hips rocking slightly. "Easy, sweetheart, you're gonna make me come too fast."

"'S'alright," she mumbled hazily, "just – move."

"Sshh," he sat up, parting his knees and pushing her back a little, one hand sliding to the small of her back to support her. "Lean back." She obeyed, groaning as the change in angle suddenly put pressure on her g-spot.

"Ah, Bruce, yesssss!" Skye shuddered as he shifted, the head of his cock running repeatedly over that most sensitive spot as he began to thrust gently. "So good!" She reached up to hold onto his shoulders, rocked against him, moaning as he sped up his thrusts.

"That's it," Bruce gritted out, "that's it, beautiful, oh Skye, oh God I can't stop."

"Don't you dare stop!" she demanded, digging her nails into his shoulders. "Let go, Bruce, give it to me…"

It had been so long since Bruce had permitted himself a release, he'd forgotten how it felt. His whole body convulsed, wracking shudders ripping through him as thick pulses of come spurted deep into Skye's willing body, stars bursting behind his closed eyelids.

Hulk stirred in the back of his mind and gave a deeply contented sigh.

"Shh," Skye whispered, "it's all right, it's all right, Bruce." Her hands were gentle on his cheeks, and he realised there were tears streaming from his eyes. Skye kissed his eyelids, wrapped her arms around him and held him close; he hugged her tighter and pressed kisses against her neck.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled thickly.

"Don't be," she told him softly, stroking her fingers through his fluffy hair gently, pulling back to look him in the eyes, leaning down to kiss him. "That was beautiful. Everything I could have wanted for my first time with my soulmate."

"If that's supposed to make me stop blubbering, it's not working," he confessed, and she chuckled and hugged him tightly again.

"We've got our whole lives to get it even better," Skye whispered against Bruce's hair. "Practice makes perfect, after all."

That made him laugh huskily, and Skye shivered as his still half-erect cock moved inside her. Bruce smiled, worked a hand in between them. "I came a little too quickly for you there, didn't I?"

"I already ahhhh," she trailed off in a moan as his fingers scissored over her clit.

"I know. I'm just getting in some more practice."

Hot or not? I'm hoping you found it hot!

Anyway, here's the list I've been requested to write so far. If you want to second a request, or ask me to smut-continue another Short, let me know!

Bucky/Beth

Skye/Gambit

Skye/Deadpool/Wolverine

Brock/Bucky

Jemma/Quicksilver

Jemma/Colossus

Pyro/Iceman/Skye

Skye/Pietro

Gambit/Darcy

Skye/Rollins

Rumlow/Beth

Hunter/Rumlow