Just For Tonight (Ban x Reader +18)
Minors DNI (Go clean the garage! >:( )
Hello! Welcome to this one shot! This is actually an alternate ending to my first Ban one shot, however this is a branch off of what would have happened if Ban and the Reader (a.k.a Redd) had decided to give into lust. This is actually where the idea of the third painting came from, it was supposed to be a painting of Redd and Ban's one night of indulgence. With that being said, I hope you enjoy it despite the fact that it's somewhat shameless smut.
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The tug on your blanket brought you back to reality from almost being yonked backwards. At first you thought he was playing around in a tipsy stupor, but when you tried to pull the blanket back, he just gripped it tighter in resistance.
That feeling of blue began muddle with gray and black, like the night sky. At any moment someone could come out of their room and catch you, leading to possible weird explanation and or a firm scolding.
Suddenly, without warning—his face was in front of yours in less than four seconds flat. His fox-like eyes examined you, searched you, reading your tight grasp and flushed cheeks until he found what he was looking for through the window of your very soul.
‘Do you want to..?” He blinked once, slow and deliberate.
Your lips parted and closed, gaping like a fish before swallowing thickly. You should have said no. Shouldn't have been a burden and acted like this never happened.
But he had you and knew all to well that you wouldn't say no.
If you did, you'd be lying through your teeth. Terribly at that…
Your half lidded eyes spoke for you. Biting your lip anxiously as you struggled to maintain eye contact through your nerves.
With that, he backed away. Opening the door to his room without so much as a creak from the wood, you assumed it was from sharing a room with King for so long. Upon entering, you noticed that it was somewhat sloppy and unkempt. Well, his side of the room at least. Meliodus always said that the only place Ban really ever kept clean was the kitchen and at the moment? You believed him.
You said nothing after he closed the door and took off his shoes. He said nothing as you stood there, picking a loose thread on your blanket while starting at his bed like it was a pit of snakes. A jolt went through your body when he scooped you up and pretty much tossed you into his bed. Watching you stand there like a shy plank of wood was just too hard to bear for longer than 60 seconds…
If you had decided to ask him why he invited you into his bed for the night, he wouldn't have been able to give you a good answer. All he knew was that the silence in his room and the empty space on the other side of his bed bore a weight that for awhile, he didn't want to hold.
Crawling into bed, he wrapped his strong arm around you. You said nothing. Warming up a bit, you scooted closer. Laying your head over his sculpted chest, memorizing his heartbeat.
Even when your hair suddenly became wet, and when he could feel you rubbing your cheek onto his bare skin as if you were afraid he'd vanish.
He knew, you knew, and that was all you needed to know.
He knew that you loved him and that this was a pretty fucked up thing he was doing to you. You knew that he was missing Elaine and that just for tonight, he was using you to be her understudy.
Now, whenever anyone asks or implies that you're envious of Elaine. You'd say no, but, after tonight. You weren't sure how you would be able to continue to say no and mean it.
Echos of tonight are what made you stumble over your words, made you hesitate, or just roll your eyes and walk away whenever you saw them. The truth is, tonight was the night where you were truly, wholeheartedly envious of her.
The crippling realization that when she came back you was enough to make your heart stutter. Ban would find a way to make it happen, he would bring her back no matter what. She would get to feel safety and security for the rest of her life. Never feeling fear in its full impact ever again, not if Ban anything to say about it. Any tear she ever cried would be wiped away by him, any pain she went through would be bareible and soothed away by him, he would fight all her demons, accept all her flaws, while you stood in the sidelines watching. Forever desperate for his attention, forever an outcase to something so brilliant.
Black filled the background of your canvas. Capturing the exact feeling of emptiness and despair you felt in that moment. The moment you knew was coming, the moment you had tried to prepare for, the moment you unconsciously tried to get closer to his body—practically trying to get into his skin until his hand shot out to stop you.
Your heartbeat drummed in your ears when he held your arm firmly. Shades of black, grey, and orange raced through your veins at the way he held you. Did you push it? Did you go to far? Was he upset?!
Luckily for you, he didn't kick you out. Rather, he turned on his side to face you, yanking your average form into his chest, leaving no room between you at all. You were confused as you tried to figure out what the hell was happening. Struggling to stammer out something, anything so that you didn't faint in his arms from the close proximity alone.
Ban signed and gave you a squeeze. Bringing you to the attention of how tense you had gotten again, but trying to relax was essentially impossible like this! Noticing that he kept his grip pretty tight despite being tired and somewhat tight, tracing hazy patterns over your night shirt. Trying not to think about how your temperature had begun to rise. The blush in your cheeks was the least of your worries, since you were more concerned about how your breast were pressed flushed against his muscular build. Your mind was panicking in this moment, tucking away your memories for nights when you would be lonely and probably longing to be satisfied.
Breathing became a very interesting, very focused art as his large hands continued their motions.
Then, without warning—Ban's fingers crossed the boundaries of your shirt. Tip-toeing past the seams, introducing themselves to the bare skin on the small of your back. The warm contact made you jolt, cold air from the room made your skin tingle in a way that trailed down between your legs.
You didn't say anything when he continued to draw his invisible images. He didn't say anything when you decided to be daring, lightly but hesitately playing with the baby hairs at the back of his neck. Not a word was exchanged. Not even when the bed whispered in the starless night as Ban shifted your body over his own with a delicate grace. Something you didn't think he was capable of doing.
To this day, you don't know what happened. You really aren't sure what came over you or him, the both of you. Maybe it was the terrifying realization that one day your relationship with him would have to come to an end, maybe it was the work of the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that you knew if you didn't take this chance, you'd never get it again.
So, you took his lips without a second thought.
You took the shame, the embarrassment, and the fear. The multi-colored butterflies that clouded your stomach was swallowed in a brazen act of selfishness. True selfishness. Finally deciding to forget about tomorrow or the next day or Elaine’s return. When you swallowed, you accepted. When you gulped, you threw aside your morals and the weight of what the world may have thought of your actions.
It happened faster than you expected it to. First it was your hands cradling his face while your fingers were deep into his scalp, massaging the area at the base of his neck. His hands, one cupping the supple curve of your bum, occasionally kneading at you skin. Pressing your hips against his pelvis to create friction, while the other was resting on the thoracic region of your spine, pressing gently into your vertebrae.
You were a clumsy kisser, obviously. This was your first time doing anything with a man. Your teeth constantly clacked with his own, taking your mind off of the rather loud ‘chu’ noise that was made when you both pulled away for air. A part of you wanted to pull away completely, you seemed it was a last ditch effort of your consciousness attempting to rein you in.
You were so close, so close to being good. So close to doing the right thing. It all went soaring out the window in the moment you heard him groan ever so softly against your lips, along with the feeling of stiffness between his legs. The head of his length was now nudging itself between your folds. Silently begging for entry from you of all people.
Immediately you froze mid-kiss, with no clue of what to do. A bright pink trailed its way through your cheeks and to the very tips of your ears as you body reflectivly froze in place.
He was pulsing between your thighs, instinctively you tried to squeeze them together but failed. A radiant orange, reminding you of the shade from the sunsets, blossomed in your stomach. Beginning to pool itself above right above where Ban twitched in growing arousal.
Ban sensed your hesitation, very well aware that you were a virgin. Like, for fucks sake you didn't know what the hell an apple was when he first met you so he didn't expect you to be any sort of vixen in the slightest.
Sensing your desperate need for guidance, Ban grounded you back to reality by pulling you back to his chest. Damn there crushing you for a second before taking your hand, his thumb caressing the inside of your palm—pressing your hand against the smooth ripples of his chest and slowly trailed it down, down, down…
Until finally, you touched him…
Your eyes searched him, just as he had done to you earlier in the hallway. Looking for something, anything in the depths of his iries to tell you to stop. To tell you that this wasn’t right. That you weren't a good friend, that he would hate you after this was over, but you found nothing and you were forced to accept that this was real.
That Ban actually wanted this..
That Ban actually wanted you…
The orange that fluttered in your core changed to a shade of red that you had ever felt. It was red that gave you assurance, it was red that gave you confidence, it was the beautiful color that swirled in his eyes that gave you the strength to live in the moment, to be just like him if only for tonight.
To commit a true and shameless act of Greed..
Swimming in the waters of your avarice, you gave him a light squeeze, almost falling apart from the way his breath hitched. The way the light from the moon caught his fangs in the night. You were inexperienced and klutzy as you went from gentle squeezes, to playful teasing, to slow pumps that kept going off rhythm.
His sounds were symphonies you'd never forget, the way his hips stuttered against your somewhat smaller palms. The way his eyes crinkled in the corners when he squeezed them shut. You were insecure that you couldn’t do much, but your hand could barely wrap around his base completely without there being some space between your fingers.
You didn’t worry about the size. You didn't worry about his pants getting slightly sticky in a specific area where his tip weeped. Your attention was on him and him alone. Mentally savoring the small details while your focus was purely on continuing to make him twitch and squirm.
As Ban fought the urge to pounce on you, he took a moment to observe you in the moment, being completely taken aback by what he witnessed from someone like you.
Your eyes were almost hyper focused on his face, hooded over by eyelids and lashes. He could hear you panting and pressing your breast flush with his chest, grinding subconsciously every so often over his length and your own hand. You weren't Elaine, this he knew—but you managed to convince him for just a second, that was…okay
That was just your dynamic. Bad decisions, mistakes, and schemes that you tried to talk him out of but ultimately ended up joining him in anyway. Even though he led you into this one, he didn't feel bad about it at all. He prayed to the God’s to the Angels that Elaine would never find out. If she did, he'd accept any punishment that would befall him if it meant that just for tonight, he didn't have to be alone.
Breaking your rhythm by leaning up against the headboard, Ban grabbed your hips and gently guided you into a grinding motion. The tip of his length brushes against the sensitivity between your legs. Falling apart quickly despite the fact that you tried to hide how unique it felt by hiding your face and trying to make as little noise as possible.
That was a tall order when you were as transparent as glass, but you prayed that you manage..
Not wanting to overwhelm you too quickly, he took his time allowing you to get used to his touch. Hoisting you up a bit to roll his hips against your own, he used his hands to slowly explore your body. His large hands and callused skin brushed against the plushness of your waist. The pads of his fingertips trailed upwards towards your breast, dipping underneath your shirt to caress at the seldom parts of you that were pudgy. He found himself especially enjoying the slight chub of your stomach.
You had definitely gained weight since you've been there, his chest puffing out mentally at the fact that it was his cooking that played a decent part in your healthy recovery.
He could feel you getting wetter by the moment, as a quick test, Ban moved your underwear to the side and rubbed his knuckle right over the bundle of nerves between your lower lips. As expected, he confirmed that you have never been touched based on the way you almost screamed. Had it not been for him slamming a hand over your mouth, you might have woken the whole tavern. Despite blushing up a storm, he just smirked. Uncovering your mouth and making a ‘shhh’-ing sound with a finger to his lips. You almost fell out right then and there at his lack of shame! Not even so much as flinching while his fingers collected your wetness.
Moving his knuckle against you with a bit more pressure, he positioned his hand over your mouth again as you mewled. Wiggling your hips around you grabbed his wrist for support, nearly clawing him when he slipped a thick finger into your entrance.
He listened when you whined a bit, noticing your expression becoming uncomfortable at the sudden intrusion. “My bad..” He whispered, finally breaking the silence. “It's gonna feel that way for a bit.”
Too nervous to speak, you just nodded and allowed him to continue. He started out slowly for your sake—rubbing your walls at a snail's pace rhythm until your face changed back into one filled with lust and desire. Eventually he curled said finger and waited for you to become okay with that too. After a bit he slipped in a second, comforting your pain with sweet words and light kisses. Assessing you until finally he could fit three of his large fingers without you being in too much dissatisfaction.
You audiobly let out an ‘Ahhn!’ as he pulled his fingers out, your face practically glowing when you noticed how much fluid was on them. Before you could even open your lips to say anything, you were on your back. Ban’s hulking form now pinning you down, his eyes set to remove the items that kept your bare skin from touching each other.
He started with your underwear, slipping them off in a smooth fashion only he could pull off. Discarding them somewhere in the dark. You hissed as the cool air hit your skin and turned your eyes away as Ban pulled off his own pants, throwing them who knows where before grabbing the blanket and placing it over the both of you.
He had you pinned down almost, allowing his length to rest between your lips. Slowly moving it back and fourth as he reached to grab at the hem of your shirt. Quickly, you stopped him by grabbing it and pulling it down. Shaking your head furiously in protest. Even when he tugged at it with a pout, you refused.
With a chuckle and a shake of his head, he began to crawl up towards your face. Large arms stalking over you before finding a decent place in the crook of your neck to settle in. Your scent was…unique. Reminding him of fresh paint and old books, while he positioned himself. His tip gently poking at your entrance as a sense of anxiety began to sprout in your chest.
“Breathe..” He instructed, while slowly but surely pushing past your body’s resistance. Your nose wrinkled as he pushed and pushed, that uncomfortable feeling from before returned with added pressure, a slight burning sensation as he moved deeper was accompanying it.
You breathed as he demanded. Surprised that it did help ease the pain.
“Ban.” You whimpered, wondering how much more of this you could actually take while you clawed at his skin. The blood you drew from his skin was simply evaporated due to his immortality.
“Shh, I know..” He said back breathlessly. “Almost there.”
He did a little thrust to fit those last few inches in, signing once he was done for the moment. Pulling back to check on you, he studied your face. Sweeping away a few strands of your hair that stuck to your slightly sweaty forehead. “You okay, Red?”
You nodded somewhat weakly. “I think so. Just a bit uncomfortable.”
“Mhm..” He replied softly, cupping your cheek as a means to comfort you. “M’Sorry, unfortunately that's normal.”
You shook your head, finding his hand being easier to distract from the pain better than his piercing gaze. “S’okay if it's normal. I'm sorry too anyway.”
“For bein' a virgin?” He snorted.
You rolled your eyes, of course he'd find a way to make that funny. “No dumbass, you know what I mean.”
“Yeah yeah..” He muttered. “Don't worry about it. Whatever happens after this just happens...”
Silence enveloped you once again while Ban waited for you to settle down. In the beginning it was welcomed but now, it was damn there killing you.
“We'll never talk about this again, will we?” You whispered, anticipating the answer while the pain slowly dulled out. Only for him to shrug his shoulders. “If we do, we do. It ain't like that'll stop us from rememberin’ even if we don't want to.”
A beat of silence once again.
“Do..” A pause to wet your dry lips. “…Do you think she'll hate me?”
He sighed. “Oh she'll definitely hate you, but she'll hate me more.”
He shrugged. “What I have to do.”
You didn't like that answer very much. “Ban?”
A beat of silence goes by. “I know..”
“Don't ask questions you already know the answer to..” He drawled, taking back to drawing patterns on your skin, this time your cheek as you both continued to wait out your comfort. Another moment of silence, this time for your pride and embarrassing tenancies before you spoke again.
“Hey Ban?” You say almost innocently, playing with your fingers for distraction.
This time he couldn't help but to snicker. “Okay, I know you've never had sex before until now but there usually ain't this much talkin. ”
“I know, I know!” You whined. “I just don't know what else to do…We always talk when we can't think of anything else. We could always just… talk..”
He knew what you were referring to. How could he not? Starting tonight, these conversations, and confessions would have to be repressed or forgotten entirely.
“We can always talk.” He said firmly, gently redirecting your attention to his handsome stare. “Even without words.” He smirked. “Like that time we stole that money from the other tavern in the town before last.”
You covered your mouth with your sleeves as you giggled. The pain from before is almost gone now with the recollection of old memories. “Yeah, they definitely didn't see that coming. You would think after the first couple days of getting no tips that they'd catch on. You looked at me with so much mischievous intent I had to go along with it.”
“Exactly.” He replied, that same glint returning at the mere mention of it. “We can always talk, with words or without ‘em.” He smiled, genuinely as he began to hover himself over you again, giving an experimental roll of his hips.
“But just like at that tavern, I don’t want you to use words right now..” He whispered in your ear. “Empty that pretty little head of yours of all the good n’ the bad, of what could go wrong n’ what could go right and just..” He huffed through his nose, cradling your cheek with the fingers that smelled like you.. “Talk to me..”
At first, you didn't know what he was asking for. Thinking he was just saying something that sounded good as he positioned your legs to accommodate his being between them. You thought he was just trying to shut you up..
It took you a moment to translate what he was saying, but when you did, everything he had said before began to make sense. His affectionate touch was his way of saying “I cherish you.”. Whenever he tightened his grip on you he was telling you “I want you closer even though this is the first and last time I will ever hold you like this again.” And whenever he kissed your cheek and trailed them sloppily over your face, whenever bit your neck, or pressed his lips against yours while being balls deep in the most intimate part of you. Answering the question he told you not to ask out loud.
Everytime you moaned, you made sure he knew that he made you feel good. When you scratched his skin and drew welts because he began to move harder you let him know that he was yours, if only just for tonight. And when you kissed him back, with sadness, fever, and the purest essence of lust? You made absolutely sure that he knew just how much he made the world okay. That he made this entire fucked up and merciless world feel like peace, love, and goodness actually existed despite everything else that tried to slaughter it.
As much as you had talked to Ban, you'd never talked to him like this and you probably never would again. Full sentences, paragraphs, textbook worthy quotes, poems, statements, haikus were all being spoken by something as straightforward as your back bowing off the bed or his hands moving your legs to change the angle of which he moved inside you.
It was raw, it was real, and it was true. Everything was true. The words you couldn't say out loud, the things you thought you both didn't know about the other, all of it came tumbling forward and was presented for each of you to see right then and there. Even when he reminded you that he was in love with someone else by slipping up and whimpering her name in your ear during a moment of blind pleasure. The bed creaked and groaned from his sudden aggression, when you decided to be selfish and locked your legs around his waist so that he couldn't pull out or away.
He couldn't stop himself when he pinned your knees to your ears, resting your ankles over his shoulders as he picked up the force of his hips. Clenching his teeth and swallowing your screams from everyone else while pounding out every insecurity you'd ever had about the relationship the two of you shared. He grunted and groaned, enjoying the way you felt wrapped around him, embracing and clinging to the conversation that was the last of their kind.
He could tell how badly you wanted to scream, how close you were, how much more you had to say but couldn't. So he curled his body as tightly to yours as he could and kept your lips occupied as much as he could without suffocating you. Even though you were low-key drowning in the mass of his muscles anyway.
He held you tightly as you shrieked against his lips, he was there when you trembled, twitched, and moaned out his name when pure white engulfed your vision, turning you into a blank canvas in the best way possible before flooding you with every color in every shade.
You were there when he bit your shoulder hard enough to draw blood. Growling and pressing his hips as close to yours as they could possibly be as he gave in, becoming completely committed to the bit by allowing himself to stay close to you in one of his most vulnerable moments. You hissed loudly from the bite and even louder when he removed his teeth to pull away, promptly flopping his head down in the valley of your breast as the two of you tried to catch your breath.
You could hear him huff and puff while your body tried to reel in what just happened to it. You felt exhausted and excited at the same time, gazing at the ceiling as if your mind had taken a trip somewhere else for a moment.
The two of you laid there in silence, both of you covered with a thin sheen of sweat. You weren't aware of how hot it could get when two people got close enough until now. Your entire body felt like it was on fire while you laid there, already reliving what just went down and how sad you were that it was over so soon.
Elizabeth taught you briefly about sex, mostly in a form of trying to protect you in case you were in public and someone tried to take advantage of you, but when you asked further questions, she couldn't answer much before becoming extremely embarrassed herself so you were very much unaware of all the emotions that it could bring you after the buzz of lust began to fade.
You felt happy and sad, sadsified yet unsatisfied, comfortable but exposed, aroused yet fulfilled. It was all too much going on in your head and you wanted to know more but, you knew that you couldn't. Not with him.
Ban laid still for quite some time, honestly if it wasn't for the slight twitching he did every so often, you would have thought he was asleep. It was then you came to the realization that he hadn't pulled out yet and instead was still nestled in your insides.
Not that you wanted him to rush removing himself or anything, but you were curious as to why he hadn't moved. “I swear if you fell asleep..”
“I ain't sleepin’..” He drew. “I'm just catching my breath.”
Ban groaned, lifting his head to place his chin directly between your breasts with somewhat of a pout. You swore to the angels he was so fucking adorable yet unfairly handsome, it was honestly bullshit. “Why don't you ever have any faith in me?”
You snorted, deciding to be bold and cup his face that made you squish his cheeks together like a fish. “Probably because you have shown me many times that you can be highly incapable of being trusted.”
“Oh yeah? I wasn't the one who lied to Mel about drinking all the booze last week now was I?”
His eyebrows narrowed playfully. “Don't act like you know me.”
“I know you well enough.” You said flatly, picking at his hair. Watching it rise and fall with gravity.
“Why are you so weird?” He chuckled, the sound vibrating throughout your body, shaking his head. “These are not the conversations you have with someone that just rearranged your insides.”
“Does it even really matter?”
“As a matter of fact it does.” He grouched.
“Then fix it.” You said, silently challenging him.
“I’ll kill you.” He said flatly.
“That is not what I meant.”
“Then what did you mean?” He asked. Peaking open one eye to look at you directly. “You askin for a round two?”
You felt a lump in your throat at the bold statement. What exactly were you asking for? Would he provide it if you were honest? What would happen if you asked and he denied?
Your tongue grew thick in your mouth as you forced out the first thing that came to mind. “I'm asking for the whole night. We've already drank, we've laughed, we did…” You gestured to the both of you. “This.”
“What's your point woman?” Ban asked, smirking smugly now. His arms resting underneath his chin and therefore on top of your stomach as you danced around somewhat saying it out right. “You want me to make you twitch and scream all night? You sure you ready for that? I mean being a first timer and all..”
He almost made you blush, looking at you like that. The familiar mischievous glint in his eye that told you these next few hours were either going to be remembered as great or as regrets. “I dunno what I'm ready for if we don't do anything. It's your choice, all I can do is ask.”
That caught Ban off guard for a moment. This was true, he was the one in control of everything right now. So would he really allow himself to be intimate with you all night? As if Elaine didn't even exist?
Part of him wanted to say yes. He was still drunk and filled with energy. One round wasn't enough to seriously make him tired, not that you knew that. He could go all night with no sweat, gives him an excuse not to do anything tomorrow if he didn't want to.
You could tell that Ban was battling your request morally in his head. It low key made you want to slap yourself. How could you ask him to continue to cheat on his girlfriend?! It was like all consideration you had for her and their relationship flew out the window.
God it felt like you were ruining everything…
“N-Nevermind.” You stammered, still allowing him to rest and think. “Once was fine, let's just clean up and go to sleep--”
Ban stopped your buffering by placing a finger over your lips. “I'll do it, but under one condition.”
Fear licked at the back of your mind. Usually because Ban’s conditions could mean ‘Give me all your money!’ or ‘I dare you to go kill a dragon tomorrow and bring back a scale for proof.’
Grey swirled in your heart as you nodded your head, willing to at least hear him out before saying no.
“If I do this for you, then you're gonna help me find a way to bring Elaine back to life.”
For a second, your heart stopped. A silent reminder that despite tonight, he is not yours nor will he ever be. That Elaine was his one and only, that tonight was a forbidden mistake that would never, ever be discussed again.
He watched your face morph in confusion and sadness, but he continued anyway. “It's the least you can do. If you're gonna be greedy like this, then you're gonna help me bring her back. It's the only way that I deem fit for you to atone for your sins.” He said. “In exchange for me giving you some of the love I only promised to one woman, you have to help me bring that same woman back. Help me to keep that promise.”
Honestly, you could understand where he was coming from. It felt like a punishment in a way, yet you could see how it would be a fair trade. For a night of him to yourself, you now have to actively participate in aiding the woman you envied in reclaiming her mortality. Ironic in a sense.
A brief pause went on between the two of you. Seconds felt like minutes as you finally decided. “Okay…” You mumbled. “I'll help you.”
A small smile, a genuine one sprouted on Ban’s face. “Gee, I guess I am rubbing off on you pretty bad. Fuckin’ terrible..”
“You're telling me..” You grouched, recalling how many times the other sins mentioning how some of Ban’s bad habits you had adopted to become your own.
The tall man rolled his eyes before using his arms to hold himself back up. “Good. Since we've got that settled,” He muttered, grabbing you by your hips and angling them upward to grind himself against your entrance once again. Pleasure was almost immediate as you tried to back away on instinct, but he firmly held you in place. “Do me a favor and beg..”
“What?!” You almost screamed. Face flushed by such a somewhat outlandish demand. “Why the hell would I do that?!”
His expression went deadly serious. “Because I told you to. If I'm gonna spend my time making you feel good for hours on end, then you'd best do as I say. After all,”
He grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks together like a fish and forcing your gaze to meet his eyes, quickly reminding you of his strength and your weakness. Smirking at you in a way that made you want to melt. “You did ask for this..”
“C’mon now Redd.” He somewhat pouted, voice dropping an octave. Gripping your hip so tightly you felt it would bruise. “You're not backing out on me, are you..?”
“..No” You whimpered. Something about the way he spoke to you made you both tremble and stand firm. “But begging is crazy!” You whisper yelled.
“Terrible.” Ban mubbled. “How does a virgin require brat taming?” He seemed to be asking himself. “No problem though, I'll get you to fly straight and act right in no time.” He finished, an almost evil smirk on his face, a dark look on his face as he flashed his fangs at you. Internally cracking up at how much you severely underestimated his repressed sexual tension.
You yelped quietly when he practically snatched you off the bed and threw you on your stomach. You whimpered silently when he placed his fingers back inside of you. Stopping just when you were close, going faster when he caught you biting your lip with every twist, scissor, and curl until you tasted iron and promised to do what he asked if only he wouldn't deny you pleasure again.
You whined when his large hand shoved your face into his pillow and told you not to make a sound. The bed frame almost thudded against the wall on multiple occasions from his insistent ramming. Forced to inhale the scent of his hair from the pillows casing while also breathing shallowly to avoid suffocation. You were sweating and panting, clawing at the sheets until you almost blew cover.
You screamed from your second release that night, not even getting a second to catch up before he flipped you back over and placed his thick hand around your windpipe. “If you won't stay quiet on your own, I guess I'll just have to help you.”
For a second, he scared you. A small fragment of fear thought he was going to actually kill you until you realized he held you just enough to cut off sound, not air.
Skin slapped against skin as hours of Ban putting you into positions you had never heard of became the only thing you could think of. Flexibility? You hadn't heard of her, but over the course of the night you both became well acquainted. He placed your legs out and up, your arms were either around his neck or scratching desperately at something. At some point you had started crying from overstimulation, but it didn't matter. He kept going as long as he felt you were okay enough.
Fat tears were kissed away when he guided you in riding him. Bouncing you at an even yet forceful pace. “Uhn!” You groaned, hearing your skin slap against his which each sharp thrust. “Nhn! Please slow down!!” Despite the sticky mess between the two of you, made up of sweat and shots of his release on your stomach and thighs, Ban showed no signs of fatigue. Instead of accepting your request, he removed one hand from your waist to cup your face. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, parting it open just enough to hear you whimper as he coos your name. “Now why would I do that when your lookin’ so pretty? Seriously doll, you've practically got hearts in your eyes.” He smirked teasingly.
“Teasing..ah! Me is..mhm! Evil!”
“Evil, eh?” His eyes darkened with the purr of his deep voice. Fox like canines nipped your neck almost lovingly in response as he moved you off of him. Opting to carry you out of his bed and towards the nearby wall. “Lemme show you what evil really feels like, then, maybe you won't take mercy for granted.
You barely had time to stammer out a protest before you were pinned against the wall. He held you up off of the ground as if you weighed nothing. His hands are gripping your bottom with a quick slip back between your folds. Starting slow, borderline romantic, he sets the illusion of safety until he squishes your body between him and the wall. It's not long before your nails are ripping his skin once more. The pictures that hung on the wall made a ‘thud’ ‘thud’ ‘thuding’ from the recoil of his hips snapping into your walls, with you at 5’5 and Ban at 6’11, your body was happily taking the most blissful beating ever. You panted with heavy breaths in between kisses, a combination of kisses, teeth, and saliva was all you could register outside of the bolts of pleasure that shot through your body.
He wasn't even moving fast! His raw strength alone was enough to ripple through you like waves. Each one brought you closer and closer to something unknowingly familiar.
“Aht-ah.” He tsked, not even breaking rhythm. “I told you I'd show you evil, now I gotta embarrass you.”
Embarrass you? What was he talking about?!
Your begging was met with a laugh that one would call maniacal. “Can’t back out now Redd, not when your so close.”
He was right, you were close.
One thrust had you raking the wall. Two had you hanging on to him for dear life. Three finally broke the knot that coiled so tightly in your stomach. You cursed and shrieked, moaning in a way you had only heard stories about from brothel gossip. It felt as if you were brought back to life, gushing all over his length. Legs shaking as it dripped down your thighs and splashed onto his skin.
“Damn!” He hissed, his movements stuttering and then stopping with a deep groan. “You are fucking strangling me.”
The two of you just stood there for a moment. Gathering your barrings before he placed you back on the ground with an impressive trail of his seed dripping down your leg.
There were too many colors going on inside of you to keep up with. Red and pink being the ones that stood out the most, especially when he looked deep in your eyes. Giving you the illusion of being the only girl that mattered in the world or when he made an embarrassing comment about you shaking like a new born baby deer.
Once the beginning rays of sunrise began to break through the darkness, you and Ban were in bed laying next to each other. Breathing heavily, holding hands weakly as the leftover breeze from the night finally cooled you off. Ban laid there, not a mark or bruise on him because of his immortality, but it was obvious that he was just as spent as you were. As for your body? It was dripping with sweat just like his, your hair sprawled out beneath your head. Covered head to toe with some type of bite, bruise, scratch, or mark. You even had a bite mark on the back of your leg from where he had bit you for moving too much.
Shame should have been what you felt. You should have felt guilty, afraid, disgusted with yourself even.
Instead you felt more alive than you had ever been. The colors of your emotions had calmed down a bit now, filling you with an entire rainbow’s worth of feelings. Yellow, your pride and your joy. Pink, your embarrassment and satisfaction. Red, your nicknamesake and your deep, possibly undying love for the man that laid next to you. Your heart, your hope, your passion, he laid next to you. Slowly nodding off until you slowly yet surely climbed on top of him for what was now, innocent companionship.
Drowsily, he turned his head towards you. Those eyes slowly being taken over by exhaustion, giving him his infamous lazy look. “Mm?”
“Nothing..” You replied. “Just savoring these last moments.”
He blinked in understanding, using his arm to gently curl around you and pull up the blanket over your shoulders. “Just in case King comes in.”
You hummed in response, the two of you looking into each other's eyes, each other's souls for something that neither of you could quite place. Almost bashfully, as if the two of you hadn't spent the better part of the night practically stuck to each other, you scooted closer to Ban. Placing your fingers on his cheek softly, giving him a chaste kiss on his lips. Lazily, he kissed back. Fangs purposely grazing over your lip as you pulled away.
He blinked again, this time trying to fight sleep as he turned his head away and yawned. Pulling you in closer, placing your face in between the junction of his neck and collar bone. “Sleep..” He muttered. “Worry ‘bout shit tomorrow.”
You snorted. “You mean today?”
He groaned, pinching your shoulder and chuckling lightly when you squeaked. “Whatever…”
A huff left your nose until you heard soft snores leaving his mouth and as the sunrise of a new day began to come up, you too found yourself fighting to keep your eyes open. Silently swearing that no one would ever find out about this, that you would keep your promise to him, and that even if you never talked about this again, you would always remember this in full detail.
Holding on to the memory of Ban being yours and you being his…
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Thank you for reading this drabble. I hope you enjoy it and I might plan to write more about Ban, because I really like him as a character and I am definitely a #1 Elaine Hater. Though I will try not to slander her as a character in future writing.
Enjoy the rest of your day/evening and stay hydrated!! :3
