#but I am happy they are taking time for bi buck before jumping into buddie

[biochemandmonsters]

thinking about how surprised Tommy was when Buck said it was his attention he wanted… man knows

[avengerscompound]

Making Sense - 5. Sound

Making Sense: A Hulkeye Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Bruce Banner x Clint Barton x  F!Reader

Word Count:  2170

Rating:  E

Warnings:  Angst, Smut (Bi MMF threesome, oral sex, handjobs, anal sex, vaginal sex, Dom/Sub, switching, bondage, praise kink, rough sex, gentle sex, anal play, kinbaku, come play, ice play, erotic massage, sensory deprivation, mutual masturbation).

Synopsis:  When Hulk starts making it difficult for Bruce to live his day to day life, Bruce starts pulling away from everyone. You and Clint take it upon yourselves to help the two of them to work more together better and Bruce to become more comfortable in his own skin.

5. Sound

“Thank you for giving him space last night.”  You said rubbing your palm in a slow random pattern over the top of the Hulk’s large hand.

You, Clint and the Hulk sat together in the sun.  Bruce had only just let him take control for the day and you wanted to get the talk out of the way first thing.  That way the Hulk could spend the rest of the day just enjoying his last bit of freedom before returning to the tower.

Hulk huffed and nodded his head.  “Hulk said he’d give Banner space.”

“Bruce has said he’ll agree to your terms.”  You said.  “If you can let him have room to be Bruce and not push on him, he agreed that once a month we can come out here and have at least a weekend.  And if you both find it’s working like that, he’ll start letting you out back at the compound too.”

Hulk grunted.  “Not always smash.”

“No.  Just time to find out who you really are.”  You agreed.  “Does that sound good?”

“What about dog?”  Hulk asked.

Clint laughed and patted Hulk on the arm.  “Don’t worry.  We’ll get a dog.”

The grin on Hulks face was huge and he clapped his hands.

“Alright.  Enough talk.  Let’s enjoy this last day.”  Clint said jumping up, he tapped Hulk on the elbow.  “Tag.  You’re it.”

Hulk clambered to his feet as Clint shot up a tree and disappeared into the canopy of the forest.  Hulk scooped you up and put you on his shoulders before taking after Clint.  The rest of the day was spent doing most of the things you had already done.  Clint and Hulk played their hunting/tag game for an hour or so before you all made your way to the waterfall and swam for a few hours.   You had then gone back to the cabin and lit a big fire and cooked over it together.  Hulk had really enjoyed burying potatoes wrapped in foil in the coals and was completely delighted to make smores.  You had painted together and play fought.

By the end of the day, you were worn out but happy and sat under the tree watching the deer return to the field to graze.

“Hulk liked this week.”  Hulk rumbled as he sat between you and Clint.

“Thanks, buddy.  So did we.”  Clint said, patting Hulk on the forearm.

Hulk made a deep contented rumbling sound deep in his chest.  “Hulk love little bird and bossy girl.”  He said, making the sign for I love you at the same time.

“Aww, buddy we love you too,”  Clint said hugging Hulk.

You hugged him too and he placed a large hand on your back.  “Yeah, love you too, Big Guy.”

Hulk hummed.  “See you soon.”  He said and shifted back into Bruce so you and Clint were hugging him as he took control again.

He hummed and nuzzled into you both.  “I wish that’s how it happened every time.”

You and Clint both hummed in agreement, running your hands over him.  “Definitely have to do it like this more often.”

Over dinner you, Bruce and Clint talked about how well the week went.  How he’d been feeling more and more relaxed.  How you and Clint now had zero doubts that the Hulk would ever hurt either of you.  How Bruce was getting more and more comfortable and adventurous with his sex life even in the five days you’d spent here.  You’d talked about other things he might want to try and had been too scared of.  Things he wasn’t willing to do yet, and things he was willing to attempt given how calm and settled his mind was.

That’s how you ended up with Bruce naked on the bed while you and Clint carefully bound him using hemp rope.  You were pretty good with a rope.  Clint actually really liked being bound.  He felt secure with the pressure of it against his skin.  Safe.  But while you were decent with bondage Clint was next level.  He had a lot of hidden talents and knotwork was apparently one of them.  Where yours was practical his also had an art too it.  So when Bruce was fully bound, knees propped up, arms crossed over his chest, he looked beautiful.

The two of you ran your hands over him, creating pressure against him as you checked the ropes weren’t too tight or too loose.  Unlike Clint, Bruce normally balked at being bound.  It was something he was curious about but normally when you went to actually do it he freaked out about the Hulk and you’d have to abandon the entire thing and just go straight into aftercare. Not that you minded, cuddling and drinking tea together was nice too.  It just meant that the fact you had already gotten to this stage was a testament to how much he trusted himself.

“How’s it feeling?  Not rubbing?”  You asked as you rubbed his chest in a deep deliberate motion.  He moaned and flexed against the cords, his eyes already hooded in that sleepy, blissed out way he got as the endorphins began to kick in.

“No.  Feels good.” He hummed.

“You’re positive you want to do this?”  You asked.

“Mmm yeah… yes.”  He replied.

“And you remember your safe words?”  You asked.

“Amber to get you to back off but not stop.  Red is to stop the whole thing.”  He answered.

“You make sure you use them, B.  You’re safe here with us.”  You said.

“Yes, ma’am.”  He said and you slipped on his blindfold.  Clint grabbed the noise canceling headphones and you gave him a small nod and he slipped them over Bruce’s ears so that all he could hear was the sound of classical music.

You leaned over Bruce and kissed Clint deeply.  He hummed happily as your lips moved with yours.  You pulled away and nodded again and he smirked and began ghosting his fingers over Bruce’s body just so he tickled the hairs.

As Clint did that you picked up the cool steel buttplug from the collection of items you had planned to use tonight and began coating it in lube.  It was medium sized.  Big enough that it would stretch him but not so much he needed a lot of prep to take it.  You moved between his legs and the soft whimpers he was making as Clint teased him turned into a long, deep moan as you coated his asshole in lube.  He tried to raise his hips, pulling against the ropes and his cock jumped and leaked precome.  You ran your hand down his hips and used the ropes to tug him into place.  Seeing him like this was a huge turn on.  It was unlikely you were going to come tonight but your arousal was enough. It dripped from you, soaking through your panties.

You pressed the plug against his asshole and slowly eased it into place.  Bruce gasped and jerked up again.  You rubbed his hips in soothing circles until he relaxed back down as best he could, continuing to whimper at Clint’s touch.

Clint moaned softly and you looked over at him and smirked.  “Sounds good, huh?”  You said picking up a feather and beginning to run it up the inside of Bruce’s thigh.

Clint hummed.  “Is this what you get out of it?  Getting to hear us like this?”

You nodded as you watched Bruce’s muscles twitch under the feather.  You ran it up under his balls and they tensed and his cock jumped.  “Oh god, please.”  Bruce whimpered straining against the bonds.

“Pretty much.  I’m not a sadist.  That’s why I don’t use pain.  Neither of you would enjoy that.  But this… this fucking does it for me.  The fact you trust me.  Getting to see you enjoy it.”  You explained as you ran the feather up Bruce’s stomach and teased his nipples with it.  “You should feel how wet I am right now.”

Clint smirked and reached over pushing his hands between your legs and stroking his fingers along your pussy.  He hummed and pulled his fingers away sticking them in his mouth.  He picked up an ice cube from a bowl on the counter and teased it over Bruce’s lips.  Bruce moan and his lips parted.  “You ever want to be on the receiving end.”

You ran the feather up Bruce’s throat and watched as his nipples hardened.  Clint ran the ice down Bruce’s throat and down his sternum.  “Maybe,”  You said eventually.  “I’m not against it.  But not if you and Bruce get put into a position you don’t like.”

Clint ran the ice over Bruce’s nipple and Bruce made a deep guttural moan.  His hands opened and closed against him, each time making his muscles strain a little against his bonds.  You put the feather down and ran your hands over him getting him to relax again as Clint continued to tease him with the ice.  Clint moaned again and his hand went to his own cock stroking it to give himself some slight relief.  Bruce’s cock was throbbing.  A sticky smear of precum clumped the hair of his stomach together.  “Please.  Oh god, please.”  He whimpered, rutting his hips as much as he could in their bonds.

You poured lube onto your palm and you began to stroke his cock.  Bruce jerked violently on his bonds and groaned loudly his head falling back.  Clint put his hands on Bruce’s shoulders moaning himself.  “Oh fuck.”  Clint hissed as he tried to soothe Bruce with his hands.

“Wait until you’re fucking him.”  You teased.  “You’ll be glad we are in a cabin in the middle of nowhere.”  Clint made an impatient whine.  “We’ll get there, little bird.  Don’t worry.  He’s already looking really close now.”

You teased your hand between Bruce’s legs, dancing them over his perineum to the end of the plug.  You wriggled it inside him and started gently fucking him with it.

“Fuck!  Oh god!  God!”  Bruce cried out bucking up again.

You hummed and leaned down, licking the head of his cock, the salty taste of his precome coating your taste buds.  “I think you might be up, Barton.”  You said pulling the plug free.  You moved up beside them both as Clint moved between Bruce’s legs.  You leaned over Bruce and began kissing along his collarbone and neck, placing each kiss between the ropes.  You sucked on his throat as Clint grabbed hold of the ropes at Bruce’s chest and teased the head of his cock over Bruce’s asshole as he slicked it with lube.

“Please.  Please.  Clint.  I need it.  Please.”  Bruce pleaded, twisting as much as the ropes allowed.

You kissed up along Bruce’s jaw and he tilted his head, lips parted, silently pleading for your lips on his.  You kissed him, slowly and deeply and as Clint enter him he moaned and then pulled back groaning loudly.  You kept kissing and running your hands over him, going between just ghosting your fingers and pressing hard with the palms of your hands.

Bruce got louder and louder.  Clint’s moans joined them.  Neither man holding back in expressing the pleasure they were experiencing.  You reached between your legs, running your thumb over your clit and shoving two fingers inside of you to try and relieve the pressure you were feeling in your cunt.  Their sounds were cutting right through you and it was like you were getting high on it.

Bruce jerked suddenly, his whole body seizing up and he came in ribbons on his stomach.  Clint made a deep groan as he watched him and with a snap of his hips he came too, filling Bruce.  You sat up and pulled your hand from your cunt.  You ran your hands up up Bruce’s chest and along his neck before you removed his headset.

“Hey, B.  You did so well.  How are you doing, baby?”  You said softly.

He hummed in that high far away way that let you know he was high on adrenaline and endorphins.  “Yeah…”

You slipped the blindfold off and he blinked up at you slowly, his eyelids heavy.  “You need anything?  You asked.

“Mmm… thirsty.”  You grabbed the carton of juice you had ready on the bedside table and offered it to him.  He drank and you looked down at Clint who was wiping Bruce down and undoing knots.

“You okay, Clint?”  You asked.

He nodded.  “Yeah.  Kinda weird being on this end.”

You rubbed his hip.  “Alright, how about we get Bruce untied and get in the bath?”

He smiled.  “Yeah.  I’d like that.”

You looked back at Bruce.  “Still you, B.”

He nodded.  “Mm… all me.  This was good.  Feel safe.”

You hummed and began untying his bonds rubbing his muscles as you did so they wouldn’t seize up.  You knew Bruce was always going to struggle with the Hulk, but for now, at least you knew you had him back with you.

~ END ~