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Bruce Banner was not an easy man. He was closed off, a little insecure, and too smart for his own good. More often than not, you had to wrench the truths you wanted out of his heart. In fact, it was almost a full time job to keep him from isolating himself and wallowing in his own solitude.

Of course, it'd gotten better. Ever since you met him and openly loved him, Bruce had become more confident, more open, and more trusting in himself.

The one occasion he still absolutely didn't trust himself was during sex.

It's not that there was an inherent problem; his heart rate could never spontaneously get so high during an orgasm to make him Hulk out. You could have sex just fine. But Bruce was an anxious man, and he never wanted to get on top in fear of losing himself to the pleasure. He wanted you to be on top, in control, not only because he liked it, but because it was what he deemed safe.

But maybe you wanted to get fucked into the mattress every once in a while, too. And since Bruce didn't trust himself to do so, you were just gonna have to train him to stay calm.

...Which is how you ended up on the couch with his cock inside of you, unmoving. You'd gotten to undressing, even putting him in had been okay. But after a few minutes of riding his cock, Bruce's heartrate spiked. And if you had one goal in having sex today, it was for his heartrate to stay low.

So you'd stilled your movements, waiting until it slowed again, effectively subduing his building orgasm. Bruce's hands pawed at your hips; to get you off him or make you move again, you couldn't tell.

"C'mon Banner, you gotta calm down. I'll only continue if you do," you grinned at him.

"You're enjoying this far too much," Bruce grumbled, closing his eyes as he laid his head back against the couch.

"I'm doing this for you," you cooed sweetly at him. "I'm doing this so you'll be able to fuck hard. And we both know how desperate you are to get your dick wet, huh?"

You could feel his cock twitch inside of you as he breathed out, "Stop talking."

A small laugh escaped you. "Right. I forgot how easy you are."

Bruce bucked up into you, firmly gripping your hips to keep you still. Using you to get himself off.

It was a good thing at least one of you remembered today's goal. Your hand around his neck moved to his chest, pushing him back against the couch. "Bruce, stop."

The only response you got was a whine, the man under you continuing his humping as he screwed his eyes shut.

"Bruce," you said his name as a warning. "Stay still."

Bruce huffed, chest heaving, but did as you said. He stopped his movements, cutting off his orgasm for the second time now.

A long, dramatic sigh sounded through your living room. "So we're just going to stay like this?"

"Until you learn how to control yourself, yes."

Bruce didn't respond. You leaned forward, slinging both your arms around his neck for a sweet hug as if you weren't butt naked with his cock inside of you. Your nipples rubbed against him and Bruce could feel himself getting hot all over again at the feeling.

Despite having established a long time ago that he was a sucker for you being mean to him, the feeling of your nipples on his bare skin was what caused his cheeks to turn pink. You had to hold back a snort.

Then again, he'd probably like it if you laughed at him a little.

"Okay, here's what were gonna do," you started.

Bruce perked up, moving his head back to look at you from where he'd buried his face in your neck.

You moved a finger to your clit. "I'm gonna get myself off," rolling your hips back and forth, making sure not to stimulate him too much, "on your cock."

Bruce agreed breathlessly, mindlessly. "Okay."

"And you're not gonna cum."

His face contorted, but he didn't argue, glad for any kind of stimulation at all.

"Understood?"

You grabbed his cheeks with your other hand, squeezing them. His answer came out muffled.

"Yes, ma'am."

A devilish grin appeared on your face. "Good boy."

The praise made his cock twitch again, his precum mixing with your arousal making it easy to gyrate your hips around a little. The movement of your fingers on your clit intensified, and you moaned out, eyes half-lidded.

You were so lost in your own pleasure that you didn't notice Bruce bucking his hips again, trying to get you to ride him.

"Please..." A pained groan escaped him, and as you opened your eyes fully, you took note of how hard your sharp nails were digging into his bicep. His cock jumped inside of you as you raked them down his flesh.

"You wanna cum, Bruce? Hmm?"

"Yes," he sighed.

"Can't hear you," you grinned, teasing him.

"Yes! I wanna cum," Bruce mewled, letting his head fall to the side as shame burned through him. He hated feeling so desperate, and yet there was nothing that got his cock harder.

You stilled your movements completely. "But that's not the goal today, is it?"

Bruce groaned in frustration, a loud, unchecked sound that could only have escaped due to the effects of having his orgasm cut off for the third time in a row.

"Is it?" you asked again, fingers gripping his dark locks and tugging. Bruce lifted his head up obediently, looking back at you with wild, wet eyes. At the sight of tears forming, you had to hold back a smile. He was so easy.

"I don't care," he huffed quietly, gripping your hips and moving them back and forth himself. You scoffed, harshly taking his hands from your body and pinning them to the couch beside him.

"Since when are you so selfish? 'I don't care'? This is for the greater good, Bruce," you grinned again. "We're doing this so you'll be able to fuck me how I want it."

"I can—I can do anything you want. Please. Just let me come," he begged almost deliriously, only wanting to come.

"Look at that. Big, bad Hulk, begging to get off."

His hips bucked harshly into yours, almost knocking you off of him, but you held firm and pinned him down again.

"Yeah, not so strong now, huh?"

"Please!" an almost pornographic moan escaped his lips in response. If you weren't so used to seeing him in this state already, you'd marvel over the sight of awkward, shy professor Banner acting like a slut.

"You gonna hold it, Banner?"

"N—I can't," he sobbed, clawing at the couch as his orgasm approached. Moving one hand to rub your clit again, you let out a soft sigh.

His hips had settled in a frantic rhythm with yours, making you breathless from the pleasure as well.

"You can't?" you mocked, igniting another sharp burst of burning shame and arousal in him. Bruce shook his head frantically.

"No, can't, can't hold it," another sob wrecked through him, more tears escaping his closed eyes. Your free hand went to grab his throat loosely, holding him in place as you brought your face inches from his. Tentatively, you licked a few tears from his face, making Bruce gasp as his eyes opened to stare into yours.

"Taste so good when you cry," you whispered to him, before crashing your lips on his and making him taste for himself. Bruce moaned into your mouth unabashedly, the sound mixing with your own moans of approval.

Your hand on his throat tightened, and Bruce gasped out. "I'm—I'm gonna... Please!"

"Cum in my pussy, Bruce," you grinned, speeding up the finger rubbing your clit. "Be a good boy and fill me up."

He gripped you harshly, fingers closing around your hips, holding you still as he bucked up again, spilling into you. A cry escaped his lips as he came, followed by a gasp of "thank you!", riding out the aftershocks.

Falling limp, Bruce let go of your hips again, but you didn't stop. You were so close, and seeing him cum was pushing you over the edge. As he gasped out at the overstimulation, tears welling in his eyes again, you felt the knot in your lower stomach snap.

Moaning out softly, you held on to Bruce's shoulder with one hand for support as you rode out your own orgasm. Bruce secured his arms around you to keep you steady, softly whining into your neck as you used his spent cock.

When your high subdued, you slumped forward in his arms. "Guess that cockwarming idea failed."

Bruce laughed. "Maybe for the best."

"Don't think this is over," you grumbled against his neck, too tired to sound stern. "We're still gonna train your heart rate control."

Bruce Banner was not an easy man. He was closed off, a little insecure, and too smart for his own good. More often than not, you had to wrench the truths you wanted out of his heart. In fact, it was almost a full time job to keep him from isolating himself and wallowing in his own solitude.

Of course, it'd gotten better. Ever since you met him and openly loved him, Bruce had become more confident, more open, and more trusting in himself.

The one occasion he still absolutely didn't trust himself was during sex.

It's not that there was an inherent problem; his heart rate could never spontaneously get so high during an orgasm to make him Hulk out. You could have sex just fine. But Bruce was an anxious man, and he never wanted to get on top in fear of losing himself to the pleasure. He wanted you to be on top, in control, not only because he liked it, but because it was what he deemed safe.

But maybe you wanted to get fucked into the mattress every once in a while, too. And since Bruce didn't trust himself to do so, you were just gonna have to train him to stay calm.

...Which is how you ended up on the couch with his cock inside of you, unmoving. You'd gotten to undressing, even putting him in had been okay. But after a few minutes of riding his cock, Bruce's heartrate spiked. And if you had one goal in having sex today, it was for his heartrate to stay low.

So you'd stilled your movements, waiting until it slowed again, effectively subduing his building orgasm. Bruce's hands pawed at your hips; to get you off him or make you move again, you couldn't tell.

"C'mon Banner, you gotta calm down. I'll only continue if you do," you grinned at him.

"You're enjoying this far too much," Bruce grumbled, closing his eyes as he laid his head back against the couch.

"I'm doing this for you," you cooed sweetly at him. "I'm doing this so you'll be able to fuck hard. And we both know how desperate you are to get your dick wet, huh?"

You could feel his cock twitch inside of you as he breathed out, "Stop talking."

A small laugh escaped you. "Right. I forgot how easy you are."

Bruce bucked up into you, firmly gripping your hips to keep you still. Using you to get himself off.

It was a good thing at least one of you remembered today's goal. Your hand around his neck moved to his chest, pushing him back against the couch. "Bruce, stop."

The only response you got was a whine, the man under you continuing his humping as he screwed his eyes shut.

"Bruce," you said his name as a warning. "Stay still."

Bruce huffed, chest heaving, but did as you said. He stopped his movements, cutting off his orgasm for the second time now.

A long, dramatic sigh sounded through your living room. "So we're just going to stay like this?"

"Until you learn how to control yourself, yes."

Bruce didn't respond. You leaned forward, slinging both your arms around his neck for a sweet hug as if you weren't butt naked with his cock inside of you. Your nipples rubbed against him and Bruce could feel himself getting hot all over again at the feeling.

Despite having established a long time ago that he was a sucker for you being mean to him, the feeling of your nipples on his bare skin was what caused his cheeks to turn pink. You had to hold back a snort.

Then again, he'd probably like it if you laughed at him a little.

"Okay, here's what were gonna do," you started.

Bruce perked up, moving his head back to look at you from where he'd buried his face in your neck.

You moved a finger to your clit. "I'm gonna get myself off," rolling your hips back and forth, making sure not to stimulate him too much, "on your cock."

Bruce agreed breathlessly, mindlessly. "Okay."

"And you're not gonna cum."

His face contorted, but he didn't argue, glad for any kind of stimulation at all.

"Understood?"

You grabbed his cheeks with your other hand, squeezing them. His answer came out muffled.

"Yes, ma'am."

A devilish grin appeared on your face. "Good boy."

The praise made his cock twitch again, his precum mixing with your arousal making it easy to gyrate your hips around a little. The movement of your fingers on your clit intensified, and you moaned out, eyes half-lidded.

You were so lost in your own pleasure that you didn't notice Bruce bucking his hips again, trying to get you to ride him.

"Please..." A pained groan escaped him, and as you opened your eyes fully, you took note of how hard your sharp nails were digging into his bicep. His cock jumped inside of you as you raked them down his flesh.

"You wanna cum, Bruce? Hmm?"

"Yes," he sighed.

"Can't hear you," you grinned, teasing him.

"Yes! I wanna cum," Bruce mewled, letting his head fall to the side as shame burned through him. He hated feeling so desperate, and yet there was nothing that got his cock harder.

You stilled your movements completely. "But that's not the goal today, is it?"

Bruce groaned in frustration, a loud, unchecked sound that could only have escaped due to the effects of having his orgasm cut off for the third time in a row.

"Is it?" you asked again, fingers gripping his dark locks and tugging. Bruce lifted his head up obediently, looking back at you with wild, wet eyes. At the sight of tears forming, you had to hold back a smile. He was so easy.

"I don't care," he huffed quietly, gripping your hips and moving them back and forth himself. You scoffed, harshly taking his hands from your body and pinning them to the couch beside him.

"Since when are you so selfish? 'I don't care'? This is for the greater good, Bruce," you grinned again. "We're doing this so you'll be able to fuck me how I want it."

"I can—I can do anything you want. Please. Just let me come," he begged almost deliriously, only wanting to come.

"Look at that. Big, bad Hulk, begging to get off."

His hips bucked harshly into yours, almost knocking you off of him, but you held firm and pinned him down again.

"Yeah, not so strong now, huh?"

"Please!" an almost pornographic moan escaped his lips in response. If you weren't so used to seeing him in this state already, you'd marvel over the sight of awkward, shy professor Banner acting like a slut.

"You gonna hold it, Banner?"

"N—I can't," he sobbed, clawing at the couch as his orgasm approached. Moving one hand to rub your clit again, you let out a soft sigh.

His hips had settled in a frantic rhythm with yours, making you breathless from the pleasure as well.

"You can't?" you mocked, igniting another sharp burst of burning shame and arousal in him. Bruce shook his head frantically.

"No, can't, can't hold it," another sob wrecked through him, more tears escaping his closed eyes. Your free hand went to grab his throat loosely, holding him in place as you brought your face inches from his. Tentatively, you licked a few tears from his face, making Bruce gasp as his eyes opened to stare into yours.

"Taste so good when you cry," you whispered to him, before crashing your lips on his and making him taste for himself. Bruce moaned into your mouth unabashedly, the sound mixing with your own moans of approval.

Your hand on his throat tightened, and Bruce gasped out. "I'm—I'm gonna... Please!"

"Cum in my pussy, Bruce," you grinned, speeding up the finger rubbing your clit. "Be a good boy and fill me up."

He gripped you harshly, fingers closing around your hips, holding you still as he bucked up again, spilling into you. A cry escaped his lips as he came, followed by a gasp of "thank you!", riding out the aftershocks.

Falling limp, Bruce let go of your hips again, but you didn't stop. You were so close, and seeing him cum was pushing you over the edge. As he gasped out at the overstimulation, tears welling in his eyes again, you felt the knot in your lower stomach snap.

Moaning out softly, you held on to Bruce's shoulder with one hand for support as you rode out your own orgasm. Bruce secured his arms around you to keep you steady, softly whining into your neck as you used his spent cock.

When your high subdued, you slumped forward in his arms. "Guess that cockwarming idea failed."

Bruce laughed. "Maybe for the best."

"Don't think this is over," you grumbled against his neck, too tired to sound stern. "We're still gonna train your heart rate control."