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the red tint in mj’s hair, her wall full of pictures of spider-man, PETER’S ORGANIC WEBBING!!!!, frank and spider-man’s bickering, PROFESSOR BANNER!!, SCORPION AND TARANTULA!!! peter parker thighs… yup yup we are WINNING!!!
SUMMARY: Bruce stretching you out slowly until your take him fully.
WARNINGS/TAGS: Established Relationship, Smut, Stretching, Reader in Pain, Painful Sex
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Only breathing in shallow gasps, feeling the pain that sparked within you, all from Bruce's Hulk cock stretching you. Hearing the monitor next to you beeps loudly, causing his green hips to slow, a groan curling out from his throat.
Hooked up to a few monitors that were ready to tell Bruce when your body couldn't handle his monstrous cock. Even with all of his precautions and bottles of lube, it still didn't completely wipe out the pain, only being able to go at your body's pace.
As your heart came down as well as your blood pressure once again, he moved, carving his cock deep and deeper into you, feeling the ecstasy through all the pain and racing thoughts of your tearing apart.
Head rolled back, teeth locked together, bracing for the pain, barely letting go as your body feels the flood of pleasure and the hot adrenaline that follows behind. Bruce's praises pull out of the mix as his thick cock glides against all the right places, sending your hips to rise.
Afraid to ask or know the amount of length you've taken so far, thankful in your moment of clarity that Bruce knows not to say by the look on your face and the feel of your body wanting but never pulling away.
Eyes rolling back only to snap back, meeting the sight of Bruce's shoulder as he leaned in, kissing your neck and shoulder, barely hearing the whispers that he spoke, only feeling the hot breath they were delivered in as it ricocheted off of your skin, sending shivers up, prickling through your scalp, and down your spine.
Gasping a shallow breath once more, feeling his balls finally reach you, cock fully buried into you. Feeling as though the tip of his cock could pierce your stomach, pausing before it could do so, wanting you to be as adjusted as you could be before moving, sending your mind and body spinning with a mixture of pain and pleasure once again.
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Bruce Banner (Professor Hulk)/Plus-Sized Brown Woman Reader - Firsts - Ch. 2/4 🌶
Summary: Your first time seeing Bruce's dick.
Tags: humor, domestic bliss, first time, size difference, Hulk sex, surprises, cunnilingus, oral, mutual masturbation, clumsy awkward chatty goofy wholesome sex, no penetration, too big, nipple play,
Warnings: explicit, suggestions toward insecurities i.e. stomach & stretchmarks
Author's Notes: Y/N = Your name. Chapters 3 & 4 will be posted over the next few days!
Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | Read the whole fic on AO3 here!
"No—we can't."
"Because?" You sang into his lips, crawling your hands down his chest.
He broke off your kiss and sat to his knees, but not before you sucked his lip between your teeth.
"I'm—it's too big."
"Too big?"
Too big sounded like a challenge, and you were always intrigued by a challenge.
Chapter 2: Bedsharing
You drifted between wake and sleep, pulling the straps of your tank top over your shoulder as you turned, seeking out the warmth of Bruce's form as you nuzzled into his chest.
Even in his deep sleep, like clockwork he wrapped an arm around your waist, nesting his chin atop your head.
You laid there a moment, so safe and secure—this is your first time sharing this moment and somehow you felt like you already missed this.
"Can't sleep?" He mumbled, half awake.
"Yeah." Your eyelids fluttered, trying your damnedest to stimulate them open, but they were as stubborn as you.
Your mind faded elsewhere, fighting tirelessly to stay in bed and keep this moment for as long as possible, but your body rejected it.
Bruce, however, had other plans.
"I'm so glad you're here." He whispered, sounding a tad bit more alert.
His finger slowly danced down your shoulder, carrying your thin strap with it. The stimulation was enough to bring your mind back but you didn't have enough energy to move.
You felt his lips press gently against your shoulder, his breath fanning across your prickling skin.
"Don't worry, I've got you." He whispered as you felt a rush of adrenaline warm your body.
His fingers spread across your arms, movements tired and sluggish as he brushed his hands along your exposed stomach.
You didn't think about how squishy your stomach was, or how his knuckles kissed over your stretch marks. Instead you smiled. Your fingers finding his cheek before messing his curls.
He kissed, catching the round of your nose and you giggled, guiding him gently crashing into your lips.
The kiss was soft and short. Not the first kiss you ever shared, but far more intimate.
Eyes adjusting to the dim light cast through his curtains, you made out Bruce's silhouette and you stroked down his arm. Your hand fit right around his finger, as it tickled down your side.
"Whatcha thinkin bout?"
A weary giggle escaped you as his thumb kneaded your hip.
"You." He chuckled. "Laying in my bed. With no panties on."
You snickered, running your nails along his hairy forearms.
"Is that what you were dreaming about?"
"I wish." He cracked, his laugh echoing in the still of his bedroom.
You sat up, turning on your knees before reaching above his headboard, nudging open the near blackout curtains, inviting in soft moonlight.
You laid back on your side, scooting closer, wrapping his arm around your waist.
"I wanted to see you." You booped his nose, earning a slow blink from him.
"This feels like a dream."
He chuckled, "Maybe it is and you're still on your 6 hour flight to New York."
You smiled gently, his eyes following yours as you slid free your other strap, slowly tugging at the front of the top revealing more of your breasts.
His smile faded, digging his teeth into his tongue as you stripped the undershirt down to your stomach.
"Then pinch me."
He sighed heavy, hands moving to cup your breasts, palms grazing your nipples as you gasped wearily.
Bruce leaned in, nuzzling into your neck as he worked your growing buds with his thumb tips.
A choked moan escaped you as he pinched then pulled on your sensitive nubs, groaning lowly into your shoulder.
He rolled his fingers, twisting the erect nipples and you sighed ragged against his ear.
"Bruce."
The energy surge he felt hearing his name roll feverishly off your tongue made his next actions especially erotic.
He leaned into you, pressing you onto your back as your legs spread wide accommodating him.
He laid over top of you for a moment, catching a glimpse of your face, stretched wanton with need as you pressed him against your body, craving his touch and warmth.
Dutifully, you pressed your lips to his neck, sucking and biting at what you hope would turn into hickeys as you hooked your fingers under the hem of his white tee.
He obliged you, sitting up to his knees, the blinds casting stripes across his deep musculature as he peeled the t-shirt off.
You sat up on your elbows, watching intensely as his chest swelled and his forehead wrinkled with concern.
"Do you want this?"
Sure, you'd shared some intimate moments before, but never has it progressed to this level.
Bruce was rightly concerned.
You reached for his hand and he broke the distance. Guiding his palm leisurely over your knee, down the curve of your thigh and flesh of increasing warmth, before his fingers slid over your mound, resting wet and sticky against your lips.
Your hips rolled gently against his hand and mumbled salaciously. "Does it feel like I don't want this?"
Bruce swallowed as you guided his fingers, slow and gentle, pressing between your lips, indulging him in the sultry wetness that streamed from your core.
He leaned over you, latching onto your trembling lips as his hand stroked tirelessly over your clit.
You gasped against his lips, hands gripping at everything until you found the column of Bruce's forearm.
You squeezed him hard, nails pressing into his skin as you threw your head back and cursed into the air.
He was loving this, this short tempered, unsatisfied energy that contrasted your own, resting just beneath your surface.
He wanted to draw it out further, see how long you could handle such mild stimulation before suddenly you were pleading, curling your toes and clutching vigorously at his hair—a habit of yours that he'd learn to grow accustomed to.
"Fu-ck." You whimpered, eyes rolling back as your body tensed up and you held your breath, teetering on the edge of oversensitivity as he tirelessly rubbed the throbbing nub.
Abruptly you stilled his hand, panting into the air as your body relaxed, tremors still shocking your system.
Your kiss was impatient and torrid as you pulled him into your lips, flinching quietly as his finger mistakenly grazed your clit.
A soft chuckle fell from his lips as he realized, stroking his slick knuckle over your clit and you flinched again, pulling away his mischievous wrist.
"Wow." Was all Bruce could manage as he gazed over your trembling form.
"You're a little firecracker when you're all worked up."
You snickered, covering your eyes as he joined you in laughter.
"Stop. It's not that serious."
"You scared me, grabbing my hair like that." You burst into laughter, squeezing his shoulders in protest.
"Shut up and kiss me, idiot." You tossed your arms over his shoulders, meeting his lips as he laid flat on his stomach.
You breathed against each other, his chest rose and fell to match yours as you brushed the top of your foot down his happy trail.
He moaned softly against your lips as you explored further, finding his cock semi erect in his pajamas.
You were inching down his waistband as your tongue slid over his bottom lip when he halted your curious foot, whispering against your lips.
"No—we can't."
"Because?" You sang into his lips, crawling your hands down his chest.
He broke off your kiss and sat to his knees, but not before you sucked his lip between your teeth.
"I'm—it's too big."
"Too big?"
Too big sounded like a challenge, and you were always intrigued by a challenge.
You smirked, stroking your foot up his thigh, toes ghosting his shaft as you dragged along his crotch.
A quiet, hesitant groan rumbled in his chest as you pat your feet on either side of his cock.
He measured up quite well. Easily longer than one of your feet and he wasn't even fully erect yet. His cock rising and falling perpendicular to his body.
"Y—It won't fit. So we probably shouldn't."
"No?"
You could see his will breaking the longer you stroked, teasing your toes up his shaft.
He sighed raggedly, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as his gaze followed your other foot, pressing between his thighs to fondle at his balls.
"You really don't need to—" His hips grinded against you unconsciously and you giggled.
"It kinda seems like you want to, though." You rolled your shoulders, scooting to sit in front of his legs as he kneeled.
"Can I at least see it?" You curled your thumbs around the thick of his waistband, earning a small throb from his cock.
Finally he gave in, sighing. "Just. Promise me you won't get scared."
You laughed, humoring him then abruptly stopped as you realized he wasn't kidding.
"Of course I won't. I'm not afraid of you, Bruce. So you've got a big dick, it's not that uncommon—" You stared dumbly as you pulled his waistband down past his thighs, his length easily surpassing that of your forearm, and his girth wider than your closed fist.
Much like the rest of his body, his cock felt warm, thick, and veiny.
Surely a sight like this would be a nightmare to any normal person, but you weren't normal.
Your chest tightened as your eyes traced from the silky gray hairs on his pelvis to his shiny, bulbous head.
Bruce, growing uncomfortable with all this newly manifested curiosity surrounding his penis, wanted to cut this short.
"There, you saw it. Are you hap—"
Before he could finish his wisecrack, you gripped around the base of his shaft as your other hand began stroking over his head and he gasped sharply, hips stuttering forward.
Every word Bruce's mind tried to form came out as quiet whines and pants.
His cock was weighty, requiring a little effort to raise his shaft as you massaged his balls in your hands.
"Your balls are so big, too. Where were you hiding all this?" You marveled, pulling gently on his scrotum earning a weak groan from him.
"M-must be a grower."
You swirled your tongue around his tip, noting the salty, musky taste of his skin and precum, and he wheezed, his cock growing steadily stiffer.
Upon releasing it, his cock rose and bounced against his stomach, throbbing pleasantly at the prior stimulation.
"Do you want me to stop?"
Wide eyed, Bruce furiously shook his head, resting his hands on your shoulders as you excitedly crawled to your knees.
You, admittedly, had no idea how to deal with a cock of this size, but you were determined to make him cum, nonetheless.
Bruce grabbed the base of his shaft, lifting it up so you could easier access his balls as you tugged and determinedly sucked them into your mouth interchangeably.
He stroked up and down his shaft slowly, your actions drawing drips of precum out his heavy tip.
He couldn't believe the woman he loved was gargling his balls right now.
"How do you like it?" He stroked his shaft with more vigor.
You pulled back for a moment, catching your breath, your lips and chin wet with saliva.
“—I love it." You gave a quickfire response. A genuine passion in your eyes as you watched his hand tug up and down his shaft.
You grabbed his hand angling his tip down so you could slide him into your mouth, but alas, his head was far too wide to fit comfortably inside.
You mouthed over his cock, your tongue swirling around his tip glazed with precum as he growled, rubbing his hand across his pecs.
"God, that feels so good."
You moaned with a vigor unheard of prior to this evening, a giddy arousal filled the room as your tongue and mouth explored every inch of his cock and balls.
You had exhausted your efforts; your mouth was only so large and tongue only so active. But you had truly never been so wet—so turned on by a cock before. Perhaps that made you a size queen?
You sat to your butt, your inner thighs slick as your pussy radiated a need too shiny to ignore.
Bruce's breath hitched in his throat, his stroking growing more vigorous.
"God, you're so wet."
You stretched out to your back, spreading your legs to reveal the beautiful, sullied mess that glazed your thighs and pussy.
Bruce groaned softly, his one hand fisting his cock as he crawled between your legs for a better view.
"Bruce." You chuckled, covering yourself with your hand, all of a sudden camera shy.
He felt a deep throb in his stomach that reached his groin at the sound of his name.
"I like it when you say my name."
You giggled, sitting up to your elbows, his eyes fervent with passion as he stroked.
"I like watching you stroke your dick."
You bent your legs over each of his outstretched thighs, opening up yourself further as you trailed your hand up your thighs.
Your hips bucked as you parted your lips, the wet offering just enough stimulation to your already sensitive clit.
Bruce groaned softly, resting a hand on your thigh as your fingers worked slowly to spread the gleaming wet up your vulva and across your clit.
You whined, legs trembling as you massaged over your clit, trading between watching him stroke and tossing your head back against the bed.
Bruce's fingers pressed into your thigh as he growled deep from his chest.
"Bruce." You moaned, chest heaving and he cursed quickly.
"Spit on it." You instructed, to which he gave a panicked: "What?"
"Spit on your cock and stroke it."
He spit into his hand, working it over his head before stroking the rest across his shaft.
You relished in the sight of his fingers thoroughly covered in wet and the slick sound of his hand sliding over his cock.
Bruce could feel himself getting there, meeting the point where his stomach began to tighten and his heart began to pound in his ears.
You rocked into your fingers, gasping for breath as your hand clenched at his, squeezing at your thigh.
You were in your own world, breathing his name and filthy pleas into the night as you squelched at the wet between your legs.
He wanted to hold off, wait to cum with you but there was no stopping the intense adrenaline rush that willed his hips to thrust into his hand.
His grip was intense as he groaned loudly, leaning back, hips stuttering.
"I'm gonna cum—"
He froze up, cock throbbing as cum dribbled from his tip, rolling down his fist at such a rate you thought it'd never end.
God you wanted this so bad, more than anything you wanted—no—needed to cum. You needed to fall head into ecstasy and drown in it.
Bruce followed your pleasure, stilling your sore fingers before he leaned into your pussy, lapping at the source of the slick that stained your thighs.
You gasped, back arching off the bed before your hands fixed in his hair.
"Bruce—" You shrieked as he easily lifted your hips from the bed, supporting you easily with his own strength.
His pace was aggressive as his lips sucked at your throbbing clit.
You surrendered. You folded to the intense pleasure overtaking your senses as you came with a ragged gasp. Your legs closed around his head, threatening to suffocate him as you tensed up before your limbs fell listlessly.
Bruce gently laid you down against the cooling puddle of cum that had dripped from you and onto the sheet, his breath warm against your flesh. You wanted to see his face, taste his lips which probably probably tasted of you, but instead you laid catching your breath.
After a few moments laying there, you felt Bruce's lips smile against your skin.
"That was hot." Bruce laughed and you burst into giggles as he laid his head against your thigh, breathing heavily.
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