you know what? there is an underwhelming amount of bruce banner fics and ive decided to take matters into my own hands now. stay tuned for fluff, smut and all of the above my few fellow bruce banner fans!
Cw: Use of daddy, daddy kink, brat taming, brat kink, suggestive, smut, implied age gap, fem!reader is in her early 20s, Bruce is atleast the same age as Tony, cheating-ish I think? But reader and her boyfriend are practically broken up by the point of the smut, thumb in mouth, fingering, squirting
Info: When Stark’s adopted daughter thinks she’s never gonna find love, Dr. Banner shows her otherwise👀
You were a daddy’s girl through and through. Hard not to be when he’s the genius, billionaire, play boy, philanthropist Tony Stark. You knew your worth and what you deserved. Everyone knew that Stark’s daughter got whatever she wanted, when she wanted it, and however she wanted it. Never a “no” but a “later” from everyone in your life.
Something about Dr. Banner made you feel different. Something your silly little model boyfriend your age couldn’t. You didn’t even like your boyfriend let alone love him. All he cared about was being able to date the Tony Stark’s daughter and boost his career.
With your boyfriend it felt like you were talking to a wall. He didn’t know your preferences, how you liked your drinks, that you liked anything pink but a certain shade of pink, how you need to have the day go according to schedule or else you’ll lose your mind, etc. He didn’t even know how to pleasure you in the bedroom. It’s all so sloppy, short, and centered around him. He’s too immature for you. He can’t quite reach the itch you have burning deep inside.
Bruce on the other hand is the exact opposite. Bruce knows you like your frappes with extra caramel and the difference between the baby pink Isabel Marants and the light pink Steve Madden wedges you have trouble picking between one morning. He’s memorizing every part of your schedule and helping you adjust if anything disrupts it before you’re losing your shit in the car.
But he probably shouldn’t know you whimper deliciously whenever his hand comes up to your neck to squeeze lightly. God his hands are huge and wrap around you so easy. It makes your head all fuzzy as you try to muster up the same nasty attitude you had towards him a minute ago.
“What was that honey? I couldn’t quite hear you a minute ago.” Bruce says smugly as his hand moves from your throat to firmly grip your jaw and put his thumb in your mouth for you to suck on. “Aw look at you sucking on my finger with the same mouth that was just hurling insults at me.” The smug look on his rugged, aged face would’ve pissed you off if it didn’t make you so wet at the same time.
You don’t even know how many orgasms he’s pulled out of you with just his middle and ring finger by this point. It’s all just useless whimpers and whines coming from your mouth as his fingers move with precision inside your pretty pussy. You sniffle and whimper his name as you attempt to push his hand away to stop the overstimulation of your puffy cunt. “B-Bruce I can’t t-take anymore!”
He uses his other hand to swat away yours. Bruce’s fingers stop pistoning in and out of you to just staying buried knuckle deep inside. He grumbles in disapproval before correcting you, “That’s not my name sweat pea and you know you need this. Look at you how tight you are. Could barely even get my fingers to move in this pretty thing.” That only makes your pussy wetter and crave more of his attention and it’s so embarrassing you refuse to call him the name he wants.
He maneuvers your back to be pressed up against his chest as he lays you both down on your soft bed. His forearms hold your knees up to your chest. His mouth is pressed right against your ear so he can say all the dirty things he wants to. “God, does your boyfriend even stretch you out a little bit?” You throw your head back and groan little louder when his fingers hit a certain spot. “You like that? Bet it feels real good.” Bruce’s fingers begin to target that one spot over and over again till this orgasm starts to feel different.
You kick your feet and grip his sleeve and babble incoherently. His breath is hot as he nibbles on your ear. “Cmon I know you can do it. Do it for daddy.” That sends you straight over the edge as your vision becomes blurry with tears and you squirt like a geyser. You’ve never done that before but god did it feel amazing.
His kisses your temple gently as he pulls his fingers out. He holds you tightly and hums softly to help bring you back to reality. Once you come back to your senses you see how the bed is absolutely soaked and so are Bruce’s pants. Embarrassment takes over and you try to stutter an apology but he simply cuts you off. “Did I convince you to break up with your pretty boy now?”
been thinking a LOT of slutty bruce banner thoughts :)
I'm just a woman guys. nsfw below the cut!
warnings for oral (f receiving), pet names (sweetheart, honey, good girl), marking/hickies, teasing, mmm men cumming in their pants, dacryphilia if you squint, bruce banner likes having his hair pulled, reader is female!
💋 Thinking about how much of a munch he is! I can just see him, arms looped around your legs, holding you open, mumbling under his breath just quiet enough that you can’t make out any words except “perfect”, “pretty”, and “mine.”
💋 Thinking of how he is such a tease, letting his hot breath fan against your pussy before moving just slightly away from you, choosing to leave sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to your thighs, so close to your cunt but so far at the same time, not letting up despite your hand tugging at his dark curls flecked with greys.
💋 Thinking of him leaving dark bruises on your thighs, deep shades of scarlet, maroon, burgundy, admiring as they fade into muted purple, slight indents of his teeth that he runs his tongue over from where he’s sucked with too much vigour, fuelled by your sweet whines and pleads for him to pay your pussy some attention.
💋 Thinking of how, when you complain and writhe under him, almost in tears with desperation, he pouts mockingly, rubbing your hip with his thumb, as he whispers that “patience is a virtue, sweetheart.”
💋 Thinking about the way he smiles when he pulls back and admires his work, his gorgeous girl, her kiss-littered thighs. Making eye contact with you, holding it, before spitting directly on your clit with no warning.
💋 Thinking of the way he chuckles as you yelp and shudder, grip tightening in his hair, but the second he tastes you he’s moaning too, deep groans causing vibrations that rush through your body, leaving your legs quivering.
💋 Thinking of what is practically a whimper escaping his mouth as you tug his hair particularly hard, nails digging into his scalp so hard you’re worried you’re going to draw blood, his hips beginning to rut down into the mattress.
💋 Thinking of him letting go of your thighs, one hand reaching up to grab at your tits, the other nudging a fingertip into your slick pussy, but when your legs come to close on either side of his head, he withdraws completely, despite your pleas.
💋 Thinking of the way you’d let out a whine of “Bruce…” as he just tutted at you.
“Did I say you could move your legs, honey? Need you to hold them still for me, be a good girl,” he responds, toeing the line between praising and mocking, but utterly in control. When you move them back to how he had held them, he places a kiss to your thigh, diving back into your pussy with a whisper of “atta girl”
💋 And finally, thinking about him reaching his orgasm alongside you, hips rutting more firmly and desperately into the mattress as you clench around two of his fingers, your moan of his name bouncing around the room, and when your eyes focus on him again, fingers still pumping in and out of you helping you ride through your orgasm, but the way he presses his forehead into the mattress and his hips are shuddering tell you all you need to know.
💋 Thinking of him still mustering up the energy to roll off of you, but managing to drag his two fingers up to your lips and press them into your mouth, feeling as your tongue licked them clean of your own slick before speaking, words slurred with pleasure. “You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart. Creaming my pants over you now.”
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