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Bruce scribbled a note in the margin and turned the page, skimming his dot points again. It was probably stupid to be nervous, particularly about the sort of thing he discussed casually with Tony all the time, but there was a big difference between the comfort of his lab and a lecture hall full of attentive young minds expecting to see...who? Dr Bruce Banner? An Avenger? Maybe he shouldn’t have agreed to this.
“Knock knock.”
He looked up over his glasses. Loki was leaning against the door in a short plaid skirt and a white tee, her hair pulled back in a bouncy ponytail complete with matching plaid scrunchie.
“Nice office.” The goddess’ lips quirked.
“It’s not really mine – just on loan.”
She stepped inside, tracing her fingers over the edge of a bookshelf. “Why shouldn’t it be?”
“I told you, this is a favour for Ron. I can’t commit to teaching, not when we might have to assemble at any moment.”
Loki stuck out her lip. “It seems to me you could achieve far more for your primitive race by inspiring others to follow in your footsteps, rather than simply smashing the occasional villain – no offence, Hulk.”
“I don’t want anyone following in my footsteps,” he muttered, “What are you even doing here?”
“I came to wish you luck, though I doubt you’ll need it. One can hardly get you to shut up about nucleosynthesis.”
“Thanks. I, uh, I do feel a little on edge. I haven’t been in a formal academic setting since, well, everything with Sterns, and you know how that turned out.”
Loki’s gaze narrowed. “I doubt you are about to be ambushed again, but rest assured if anyone so much as looks at you wrong, I shall pluck the offending eyes from their head.”
Bruce cleared his throat. “Excessive, but I appreciate the sentiment.”
“And as for your nerves…I may have a remedy to relieve some of that tension.”
The trickster walked around to perch on the corner of the desk closest to him, biting her lip. She batted her lashes with a wide-eyed look.
“Professor, may I speak to you about the assignment?”
Bruce leaned back in his chair, arching a brow. “This is your idea?”
Loki threw him a wink and the doctor thought about it. It wasn’t his office, but it certainly wouldn’t be the first time they’d defiled someone else’s workspace – and hell, he was doing Ron a favour after all. The door was closed, and his lecture wasn’t for another hour. His gaze dragged over Loki’s pale thigh mere inches away, her lip still caught between her teeth.
TAKE.
Right as usual, buddy.
“What would you like to discuss?” He adopted a thoughtful, scholarly expression.
The goddess put on an exaggerated frown. “I have some concerns about my grade. I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned, but I’m hoping to do Honours next semester, and I really need at least a 90 to get in.”
Bruce wrinkled his nose. “You were certainly close, but I don’t think your report was quite there. You had some inconsistencies in your argument-”
“Please, Professor,” she pouted, “There must be some way to make up the difference – an addendum, or appeal?”
Loki leaned over and rested her hand lightly on his knee, eyes downcast.
“I’m willing to put in the extra work – just tell me what I can do.”
Her gaze leapt to his like a thunderbolt, fingers tightening. Despite the silliness of the game, that look still turned his legs to jelly. He swallowed hard to clear his throat.
“I suppose I could be flexible, if you could be...”
Her lips curved into a slow smile. “Oh Professor, I can definitely be flexible. Let me show you.”
She slid off the desk, kneeling between his legs. Her hands wandered up his thighs, squeezing gently, until they reached his belt. Loki yanked the buckle free, working the button open as she flashed him a grin. The sound of the zipper felt dangerously loud – he could hear students in the hallway outside, just beyond the fragile calm of the office. The sorceress closed her fingers around his length, drawing out the semi-swollen flesh. She leaned in to kiss the tip, hot breath washing over him, and the doctor twitched. Her tongue darted along her lip and he bit back a groan, hips straining towards her.
Loki gave a couple of lazy strokes, eyes flicking to his to gauge his reaction. He gripped the arms of the chair and forced himself to relax back against the seat, feeling himself stiffen under her touch. She kept her movements light, teasing, watching his face as his eyes fluttered shut. Her mouth closed around him, wet and warm, and Bruce gave a stifled cry. She licked a stripe up the seam of his shaft, lavishing the head before swooping down again. Her tongue swirled its way back up and he swore, clutching the edge of the desk.
She alternated between slow, long licks and working his sensitive tip between her lips, fingers digging into his thighs almost hard enough to hurt. Loki bobbed her head like she wanted to devour him, taking him deep enough to brush the back of her throat. The goddess ran her hand down his stomach and into his pants, squirming until she could close it around his sac. She played her fingers across the velvet-soft skin, tugging gently until Bruce hissed, hands flying to her hair. He didn’t push down though, simply holding her in place as she sucked and slurped around his length.
Loki pulled back with an obscene pop and leered up at him, the skin around her mouth slick and shiny. “Is my performance satisfactory, Professor?”
He bit his lip. “Your tongue is certainly clever, but I need to see more commitment to your studies.”
“I’m more than happy to pull an all-nighter,” she purred, “Just say the word.”
She stood, eyes locked on his as she reached under her skirt and slid her underwear down. It was plaid to match the rest of her outfit, and Bruce couldn’t hold back a snort. The goddess carefully straddled him, squeezing her knees onto the seat. She took him in hand and gave another few strokes, lining him up against her entrance before slowly sinking down. The doctor’s mouth fell open, hands curving around her ass as she hit bottom. Loki flicked her hips, grinding against him with a gasp.
There wasn’t much room to manoeuvre, but she rested a hand on the back and lifted herself, undulating along his shaft. Bruce tugged their bodies together, fingers digging into her curves as he tilted up to meet her as best he could with limited space, his head resting back against the seat. Her other hand came to rest on his collar bone, and he turned to catch her thumb between his teeth. Her eyes shone bright with hunger as her lip quirked, leaning in to kiss him.
“This is far more enjoyable than poring over my textbooks.”
“Liar.” He grinned.
Loki smirked. “Alright, perhaps equally enjoyable. Still, I feel I can benefit greatly from your tutelage.”
“I’m always happy to provide – unh – guidance.”
She rode him into the chair, wheels slipping on the carpet as she squeezed him between her thighs. Her hand slid around to the back of his neck, pressing his face into her chest as she writhed against him. Bruce latched on to whatever he could reach, sucking her nipples between his lips, nipping at the soft curve of her breast as he licked his way up her sternum. His fingers clutched at her ass, holding her tight against him so that her swollen button brushed against him every time she sank down.
“Oh, Professor!”
“Quiet down, miss,” he murmured against her skin, “This is a private lesson.”
She nodded, eyes unfocused as her mouth fell open. She was kneading the column of his neck, arching her chest into his ministrations as she sped up, breath hot and reedy. The footsteps and chatter outside faded away until there was nothing but the sound of their bodies colliding, the soft moans in his ear, the thud of his pulse, and the Hulk’s quiet rumble of satisfaction.
Loki gripped the leather until it creaked, sweat-soaked wisps of hair sticking to her face as she thrashed in his lap. He closed a hand over her mouth as she cried out, lips slick against his palm. The goddess rocked hard, threatening to send them rolling across the floor, and then her muscles were clamping down around him as she fell over the edge.
He held on as she shuddered, eyelids fluttering, fingers curled in his chest hair. Eventually she went slack against him, exhaling in a rush as her grip loosened. Loki shifted her weight and Bruce growled, biting his lip as his hips jerked.
The trickster chuckled. “Don’t worry, Professor – I always complete my assignments.”
She leaned back at a perilous angle, gripping the armrests as she swivelled against him. He closed his hands around her waist, driving himself into her, her ponytail swinging back and forth as he sped up. He could feel the pressure building in his core, his thighs tensing as it coiled in his stomach white-hot and too bright.
“I’m gonna-” Bruce gasped out.
She lifted herself off him with the grace of a dancer, letting his cock slip free. Loki grabbed a couple of tissues, shuttling her other hand along his length. Bruce threw his head back, clenching his jaw as he came with a wounded moan.
The sorceress slowed her movements, gradually tapering off. Loki balled up the tissue and tossed it in the bin, drooping against him, breath harsh against his neck. He ran his hands along her spine, riding out the buzz of his own climax.
She turned to press a kiss against his jaw. “Better?”
“Much,” he laughed, “I couldn’t be tense if I tried.”
The goddess chuckled into his shoulder. “Have I earned a passing grade then, Professor?”
“A+ as always.”