Making a Mess pt.2 Pairings | Thor Odinson x reader, Bruce Banner x reader, Avengers x reader Warnings | smut, double penetration, exhibitionism, squirting, vaginal sex Word count | 646 Summary | Thor and Bruce have their turn at making you squirt A/n | so this was highly requested. I was thinking of making it into a series of drabbles where the Avengers take turns in trying to make the reader squirt? Let me know what you think.
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Panting, you gasped a sharp little moan when you felt Thor move within you. God, you never expected you could ever feel this full.
Once you'd calmed down from your first few highs, had some water that Wanda had kindly retrieved for you, and caught your breath they were on you.
Bruce and Thor had got you nice and slick - slicker than you already were - with lube, before they began. Their own method was a little different to your boys', both deciding that they'd be able to bring you to that ultimate release with their cocks alone.
Now, you didn't know that this would entail both of that cocks spearing your already-sore pussy at once. And oh boy was it good.
A single drop of sweat slipped down from where it was collecting over your brow, salty and tangy when it dripped into your eye. You winced, but no one could be sure if it was from that or the burning stretch you currently felt.
It was most probably the latter, Nat and Wanda decided between themselves.
"You good?" Bruce's voice was so timid, so soft that you mentally chuckled. He had you seated on his (not so) surprisingly thick cock, squirming and keening like a bitch in heat whilst he spoke to you as if he were cooing sweet nothings in your ear whilst curled up with you watching a Disney movie. Bastard.
Thor, on the other hand, was well aware of the place and time. He grunted softly in your ear as you clenched around them both, walls fluttering deliciously as they adjusted to the fullness.
"Of course she is, look at her. Poor thing is just dying for us to move, isn't that right?" Thor's powerful boom came from behind you, his thick fingers picking up your chin in a strong hold and forcing you to look Bruce in the eye.
"Please, please move. I- I need it." You were begging now, almost sobbing as you ached for them. Bruce's lips curled into a smirk, his hips snapping up again yours and you couldn't help but preen.
"There you go, good girl." Bruce purred, hands grasping your hips firmly as Thor's hand stayed around your throat.
You were gasping, moaning, as Thor began moving too. Soon, they were both pistoning up into you so fast that you didn't even register Thor's hand on your clit until you were hurled over the brink of orgasm.
"Fuck!" Your blissed-out voice came in a heavy cry, tear-stained face buried deep in Bruce's neck as the two continued to thrust. You could feel the eyes on your back, burning through your skin as you felt the damp wash of arousal squirting out onto Bruce's and your own stomachs.
"She's so fucking perfect." You could hear Loki's bone-chilling voice admire, and you could almost tell that he was sat forwards in his chair, elbow resting precariously on one knee as the same hand stroked at his clean-shaven chin. The hum of agreement from Nat nearly made you swoon, knowing that so many people were so interested in you.
It wasn't too long after that both men were filling up their condoms, balls tightening and moans getting louder at your ears. It was a sinful tune, one you could listen to on repeat until you were sick of it.
And you were sure you'd never get to that point, anyway.
