There just needs to be a little more Wasp to love.

“I have a little secret to confess,” Janet said, untying the sash on her robe. “I don’t do this often, just in case I need a surprise to spring on the bad guys.” She drew the robe off her shoulders, and let it tumble to the floor. “But the truth is … I can do more than just make myself smaller.”

She crossed the kitchen toward him, nude from head to toe. As she walked, she focused on the inexpressible instinct that gave her control over the atomic structure of her own body. She found the little mental dial that she almost always turned over to the left … and turned it to the right.

By the time she was standing close enough to feel the heat of the Hulk’s body on her own skin, she was tall enough to meet his eyes at the same height. For a moment, she saw an expression on his face that she’d never seen before: surprise.

“Huh,” he said.

She lifted a hand, and laid it cautiously on his chest. It was hot, like the hood of a running car. At her touch, he sucked a breath between his teeth, as if he was the one who had been burned. He started to reach for her -- but his hands hesitated in the air. “I could still hurt you,” he said. “I’m kind of strong. Maybe you noticed.”

“Hmm.” She let her fingers trail slowly down his chest. “Well, I can think of a few ways we might be able to deal with that. If you’re willing to do what I say.” Her fingertips reached his solid abdomen. “Are you? Willing to do what I say?”

His eyes narrowed a little. “I don’t really take orders.”

Her fingers paused a couple of inches south of his navel.

“Not usually,” he amended.

She smiled, withdrew her hand, and took a step back. “Lie down over there,” she said, nodding toward a broad vacant area on the kitchen floor.

He looked at the spot she was indicating, then back at her. “You wanna do this here in the kitchen?”

“You’d break my bed.”

“The bed in my room’s pretty tough.”

She raised a brow. “Are we arguing or are we boffing?”

He grinned, walked to the open area of the kitchen and went down to the ground. He lay back, spread-eagled, emerald-hued cock standing tall, and looked at her expectantly. “That work for you?”

She joined him, cautiously sitting on his chest. It was like sitting on a broad, rippling boulder. She knelt atop him, edging her pelvis close to his chin, angling her knees to either side of his thick neck and his battering-ram jaw. She could have managed this part at her normal stature, but removing the difference of scale between them made it seem more like foreplay and less like an amusement park ride. “Comfy?” she asked.

He looked her over, from the fuzz of her crotch to the curve of her breasts to the grin on her face. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”

“I just need you to help me along a little.” She slid her hand down her stomach, and teased at the curls of hair above her crotch. “What do you say?”

In answer, he tucked in his chin, took hold of her hips, and pulled her pussy to his lips. His strong tongue parted the way, finding the wetness he had aroused in her. He growled, hungrily, sending a delicious vibration through her body, and then he started to lick her.

The sensation of his tongue pressing against her startled a gasp out of her. The dizziness that had been whirling inside her ever since she stepped into the kitchen now threatened to overwhelm her. She swayed forward a little, extending a hand before her in case she fell, but she managed to steady herself. She straightened and put her shoulders back, settling her center of weight, relaxing into the lovely feeling of the Hulk’s mouth on her pussy.

He licked her eagerly, aggressively. “Easy,” she cautioned, and he gentled a little, changing his pace from just-a-bit-too-hard to oh-wow-just-right. His entire torso moved under her: his chest rose and fell as he breathed, and his shoulders flexed under her knees as he adjusted the angle of his head between her thighs. She leaned her head back and rode along with the motion, giving herself up completely to the waves of pleasure that shivered through her at every swirl of the Hulk’s tongue.

At some point, she glanced down. She saw that his eyes were closed, his face serious in concentration, buried in her crotch. The Hulk is eating me out on the floor of the Avengers kitchen, she thought to herself.

It was strange and wonderful and reckless and wicked and she couldn’t help herself: she burst out laughing. Her moment of joy was cut short when the Hulk froze underneath her, and the welcome attention of his tongue came to a halt. He pulled his head back from her, and she saw the cold glint of suspicion in his eyes. “What are you laughing at?”

She let out a breath, smiled at him, and brushed a little of his hair out of his eyes. “Oh, Hulk, if you knew how good this felt, you wouldn’t ask me why I was laughing.”

(Wasp finds something else to sit on.)

He still looked a bit dubious, so she touched his cheek, soothingly. “Here. Let me make it up to you.”

She dismounted him, carefully, scooted back, knelt at his side, and took a long, appraising look at his cock. Somehow, it looked even bigger now that she was considering putting it inside of her. Normal-sized Janet would have never been able to manage it. Super-sized Janet ought to do okay, but there was really only one way to be sure.

“Keep your hands at your sides,” she told him, then added: “Please.”

He grumbled something that she took as assent. Then she straddled his hips, keeping her right thigh high for now, not sitting down on him yet. With one hand, she reached down between her legs, and gingerly took hold of his cock.

He gave a teeth-grinding growl, squeezing his eyes shut and balling his hands into fists. She was grateful she’d taken control of the situation; if he’d been holding her when she’d done that, she was sure broken bones would have been the result. She waited until he’d relaxed a fraction, then peered down to see what had to go where.

She lowered her hips an inch, coming in contact with the thick head of his shaft. He grunted, but seemed better prepared this time for the added stimulation. She knew that she was wet enough -- was she ever! -- so the rest was just a matter of angles. She leaned forward further, gave a little downward pressure.

The head of his cock slid into her, and they both cried out. It was a tight fit, but not uncomfortable -- not in the least. Janet’s heart was racing, her breathing was shallow, and they hadn’t even really started yet. She wondered if she was going to need to add an extra half a foot or so to her height in order to get him all the way in. She wiggled a little, pulled back a little, and pushed again.

This time she sat all the way down. Suddenly his hot, throbbing hardness was filling her completely, and the entire rest of the world seemed to go away for a moment. When she came back to herself, she realized that she’d shouted something, though she had no idea what. And there had been another sound as well … she blinked, and looked down. The Hulk had dug his fingers into the kitchen floor, carving ruts in the polished stone surface.

Oops, she thought. It’s going to be interesting explaining that.

Sweaty strands of her hair had fallen into her eyes. She pushed them back and took a moment to catch her breath. Then she tensed her thighs, rocking forward a little, raising her hips. Slowly, smoothly, his thick shaft slid halfway out of her, and she groaned the entire way. The Hulk was breathing as hard as if he’d just gone ten rounds with a tank battallion. His chest heaved, and he leaned his head back, practically snarling with the intensity of what he was feeling.

She continued to rise and fall atop him, still moving slowly, giving herself time to enjoy every millimeter of him. He rocked his own hips along with her rhythm, angling himself up into her, giving an extra push every time she sat down on him. She lifted her hands to her own breasts, taking her firm nipples in her fingers, teasing herself, amplifying her own arousal.

The throbbing of his cock grew stronger. She pushed herself down on him, taking him as deep as she could, and marveled at the feel of his pulse within her, at how he swelled inside her, again and again. Between the pressure of his cock and the motion of his hips, she really didn’t need to do anything herself at all. She could just ride and enjoy, and let the waves of pleasure build and build and build...

No, she couldn’t just ride, she had to move, suddenly, now, she had to thrust her hips against him in short, sharp jerks, forcing herself against him and him into her, gasping, frantic, leaning back, bracing her hands on his thighs, pushing, pushing...

The first stroke of her orgasm hit her like an electric shock. Her entire body jerked, and a garbled half-cry escaped her lips. Her cunt clenched again, triggering a jerk from the Hulk’s massive cock, and she cried out again, and again with every twitch and quiver that seized her: “Oh! … uh … uhhh … ahh!”

It was too much. It was devastating. It was fantastic.

When the storm at last gave way to calm, she was breathless, slumped forward, propping herself up with one hand on his chest. He was still hard within her, still pulsing with life, but now the slow, steady beat was soothing instead of maddening. He didn’t come, Janet thought to herself. Is he going to let me have another? I bet I could, but I don’t think I want to pop again with him this tight in me. I ought to...

He set her straight on that idea quickly. “I have to come,” he said, his voice rumbling from between clenched teeth.

The words sent a thrill through her. “Mmm. Okay, that’s only fair. Just let me grow a little bigger...”

“No. You need to get off of me.”

“What? Oh, no, listen, I’m on the pill, it’s covered.”

His face twisted with the effort of self-control. “You don’t understand. Move, or I’ll move you.”

He was right, she didn’t understand. They’d just had wild, screaming sex, and now he was threatening her? As quickly as she was able, she lifted herself up and off of him, giving a little whimper as his firm length slipped out of her. She sat back on his thighs, getting ready to ask some harsh questions, when his hand flew to his cock and jerked rapidly. His frustrated growl became a roar, and his hips jerked up off the floor, nearly tossing Janet head over heels.

There was a sharp hiss, and a bang. The lights flickered. Janet ducked.

The Hulk had ejaculated and put a crater in the ceiling.

When she dared to look again, she saw that the first release had been the worst; now he was coming in a less volcanic fashion, milky fluid flowing in thick spurts from his cock as he tugged at it. All at once, the tension went out of his body, his fist stopped pumping, and he gave a deep, rumbling sigh.

“I see what you mean,” she said, still a little wide-eyed.

“Sorry”, he said, without opening his eyes. “Should have warned you before.”

“I think you warned me just in time.” She slid off of his thighs, and lay close to his side, tucking herself into his arm.

“Mmmm,” he mumbled.

“Me, too.” Her hand lay on his chest, and she could feel his heart beating; not as quickly as before, but strong and reassuring. “You know, we should...”

Her eyes opened. Something was happening. The Hulk was moving away from her … no, he was sinking into the floor … no, he was shrinking.

She sat up and watched with astonishment as the green hue left his skin, as his muscles deflated, as his limbs contracted, as his jaw narrowed and his brow smoothed. After a few seconds, she was looking at a relatively normal-looking, twenty-something Caucasian male.

Bruce Banner opened his eyes, saw the way that Janet was staring at him, then realized that the Hulk had temporarily left the building. “Oh,” he said, looking awkward. “Hi.”