Kinktober Day 18: Bane
Massage / thigh riding / biting
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warning/tags: smut, minors DNI, thigh riding, bulge riding, cum in pants, biting, blood, dick sucking, cum eating.
Bleed for you
Bane finally returned to you late at night. You could always tell by the way his footsteps carried down the hall when he was exhausted. He filled the doorway with that imposing frame, and you instantly noticed it. He was in more pain tonight. The faint hitch in his movements gave it away. He didn’t want you to see. He never did. The mask made it easy for him to hide, but you had learned to read him long ago.
“Rough day?” you asked softly, your voice breaking the silence.
Bane’s head inclined just slightly, his eyes flicking to you. “The world does not change without resistance,” he replied. “And resistance… is often costly.”
You crossed the room to him, not hesitating as you did what few others would ever dare. You lifted your hands to his chest, pushing gently until he let you guide him to sit down. He lowered himself into the worn armchair with a sound that wasn’t quite a sigh but came close. You straddled his lap, pressing your knees against the sides of his thick thighs, grounding him beneath you.
His body was all tension under your touch. You slid your hands up over the fabric of his vest, over his shoulders, kneading carefully at the thick cords of muscle, feeling how hard he was holding himself together. “You’re carrying too much,” you murmured.
He tilted his head back against the chair, letting your hands work over him. For a man who broke others without hesitation, he was strangely pliant beneath your touch. He always was.
“No one else dares to tell me such things,” he rumbled.
“Because no one else dares to love you,” you said simply as you worked your thumbs in firm circles at the base of his neck. “But I do. Let me take some of this from you. Just for tonight.”
For a moment, there was only the sound of his breathing through the mask, then he shifted, settling his big hands on your hips, grounding you in place. You slid your fingers beneath the collar of his vest, brushing his warm skin, feeling the ridges of old scars, the knots of muscle after years of survival and violence.
“You would knead stone itself into softness,” he said finally.
You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his. “Only because I know there’s more than stone beneath.”
You pressed deeper into the massage, working down along his shoulders. He bowed his head forward slightly, almost as if he sought your closeness, brushing his mask against your temple. He flexed his hands gently at your waist, grounding himself in the warmth of you. The low sound he made as you dug your thumbs into the tight knots at the base of his neck sent a shiver down your spine. His mask turned slightly, brushing against your cheek as though he couldn’t help but lean closer.
“Does it ease you?” you whispered as your lips grazed the edge of the mask.
“Yes,” he rumbled with that deep vibration of his voice through the device. “It eases… because it is your hands.”
Your heart swelled at the words, and you shifted a little on his lap, pressing yourself closer against him, making him tighten his hands at your waist in response. You skid your fingertips lower, over the curve of his shoulders, down along the solid expanse of his chest.
“You hold yourself together for everyone else,” you murmured, trailing kisses along the sharp lines of his mask. “But with me… You can let go.”
Bane’s chest rose sharply beneath you, a sound escaping him, one you’d swear was pleasure. He tilted his head again, offering himself to you in a way no one else could ever imagine. “You would tame the beast,” he said..
“Not tame,” you corrected gently, brushing your lips against his temple. “But love.”
You accidentally shifted your hips against him, and the friction sparked something hotter in the quiet between you. His grip on you tightened instantly, digging his fingers into your sides. The growl that came from the mask this time was primal. He finally moved his hands from your waist to your back, spreading wide, pulling you flush against his chest.
“I am… unworthy of such tenderness,” he admitted quietly, his voice almost breaking beneath the mask’s distortion.
“You’re mine,” you answered fiercely. “And that makes you worthy.”
The sound he made then was guttural, he was shaking, as though the words themselves undid something inside him. He crushed you closer with his arms, holding you as though he feared you might vanish, as though you were the only thing keeping him alive.
You still worked at the knots in his shoulders, pressing and kneading his flesh, but your body had begun to betray you. It was impossible not to notice the way his sheer size consumed you. Sitting astride him like this, your knees barely reached the edges of his thigh, you felt small and delicate, and something about that made you shiver. His legs were massive, thick, with muscles built from years of discipline.
Without meaning to, you shifted again, pressing down your cunt against him. The rough fabric of his pants caught the thin barrier of yours, sending a spark of desire through your center. You bit your lip and tried to focus on your hands on his shoulders, but the heat pooling in your belly was getting hard to ignore, and so you moved your hips once again, grinding along the breadth of his thigh.
Bane stilled beneath you, he let out a low sound that rumbled through his mask, making your pulse trip. “You think I do not notice,” he said at last, with hunger in his tone. His gloved hand tightened at your hip, dragging you forward until your pussy pressed more firmly against his thigh. “You crave this... Do not stop.”
Your body shivered at the permission, no, at the command. You rolled your hips instinctively, grinding down against the solid muscle of his thigh. God, he was huge beneath you, each flex of his leg felt like steel. His thigh was so wide you had to spread your knees farther just to straddle him properly, and when you did, the friction made you clutch at his shoulders, digging your nails through the fabric as your breath quickened.
He pressed his leg upward suddenly, flexing the muscle beneath you, and the jolt of pressure against your core made you gasp. “Feel how strong I am beneath you,” he said as he started to guide your movements against him. “So small in my hands… and yet you set me aflame.”
“Bane—” his name came out broken and needy, like a plea more than a word.
“That’s it,” he encouraged you. “Take what you need, little one.”
You fluttered your eyes shut as you rocked desperately against him, every pass dragging deliciously against your slick and swollen clit, sending jolts of fire up your spine. His thigh shifted beneath you, tensing and pressing just enough for you to grind harder, harder, aching for more. Hi size making you feel impossibly small, fragile, utterly his, every shiver and squeeze of his muscles was pushing you higher.
“You are so… small,” he murmured, almost reverently, as he looked at you. “And yet you dare to use me so boldly.”
His words lit a fire inside you, and you pressed harder, rocking and grinding down with a frantic, desperate rhythm, muffling your moans against the thick line of his neck. Bane spread his massive hand over your lower back, gripping and guiding you, pressing you into his thigh with force. He wasn’t just holding you, he was making you move, forcing you to use him, dragging every pulsing nerve of your cunt across his leg, wringing every ounce of trembling pleasure from your body as you shivered and arched helplessly.
“That’s my girl,” he growled. “So sweet, so eager. Take your pleasure on me.”
The contrast of his bulk and his impossible strength, with the way he let you unravel yourself against him, made you ache. You loved this man, loved being the only one who got to see this side of him, one he kept hidden from anyone else but you. Being with Bane made you feel safe, protected. There was nothing like having someone taking care of you all the time, because even in his gruffness, he still could be so endearingly sweet, but only to his girl.
You clung to him, grinding and riding his thigh harder, lost entirely in the heat. His breath hitched audibly through the mask, his own arousal was undeniable, the thickness of his cock strained against his pants, pressing urgently against the zipper as if it couldn’t contain him another second. Every muscle tensed with need, his veins were standing out, but he held himself back with iron control, holding your hips. But he held himself in check, all his focus was on you. You always came first.
You tried to hold on, tried to keep some control, but the more you ground down, the less you could stop yourself. Bane kept his hands on your hips, still guiding you against him, sometimes pushing you harder, sometimes letting you ride at your own desperate pace.
“Look at you,” he rumbled. “So needy. So desperate on my leg alone.”
The words made you whimper, made your hips move even faster. You clawed at his vest, at the thick fabric stretched across his chest, until finally you couldn’t take it anymore. You tore at the straps and fastenings, pulling hard until the heavy material slipped from his shoulders.
A guttural sound ripped from your throat as you leaned down, sinking your teeth into the hard slope of his shoulder. Bane growled, a sound that vibrated through his chest and into your body, but he didn’t push you away. No, he pulled you tighter, digging into your hips, pressing you flush against him.
“Bite me,” he urged. “Show me your hunger.”
You bucked your hips hard against his thigh, grinding frantically, desperately, sinking your teeth into him again and again, tasting the salt, and sweat of his taut, unyielding skin. It was an instinct, a need, every time you felt yourself getting closer to the edge, you bit him, claimed him under your teeth.
You gnawed at his shoulder, his chest, the thick cord of his arm, anything your reach could find, biting with a ferocity that would make any other man flinch, but Bane didn’t. He growled, holding you tighter, keeping you close to him.
Every flex of his thigh gave you more pressure, every shift in his massive muscles made you cry out louder.
“Harder,” you gasped, biting down on the thick curve of his bicep, grinding down so hard it bordered on frantic. “Please—Bane—please—”
“You would tear me apart with your teeth,” he growled, tightening his other hand painfully on your hip as he forced you down harder against him. “Do it. Mark me. Break yourself on me.”
The command sent you spiraling. You bit him again, harder this time, over the curve of his shoulder, until your jaw ached. At the same time, your hips stuttered and jerked, grinding so violently against his thigh that you couldn’t hold back a single pulse of pleasure.
The orgasm tore through you, brutal and all-consuming, making you shake and quiver in his lap, slick pooling beneath you. Bane’s growl vibrated through you, matching the rhythm of your thrashing, as if your pleasure, your desperate release, were feeding his own hunger.
His enormous body held you steady as if you weighed nothing at all. He made no move to stop you, no flinch at your biting. When it finally ebbed, you collapsed against his chest, your teeth leaving one last shaky imprint in his skin. He smoothed a hand over your back, his fingers were so broad they covered half of it in one pass,
He cradled your face with one hand, tilting it up to meet his burning gaze. “You could gnaw at me until your teeth broke,” he said. “And still I would endure it… because it is you. Because in your hunger, you’re still mine.”
You lifted your head, brushing your lips against his skin. “Bane… I want to make you cum too.”
You hated leaving him unattended like this. He could claim he didn’t mind, but you knew the ache in his groin was there, hard and pulsing from the blood that had made his cock stubbornly erect. It throbbed, insistent, and demanding, and you always felt it as your mission, your duty, to relieve him, to free him from any pain.
He tilted his head, and the deep rumble of his laugh vibrated through the mask. “You wanna tempt me, little one? You wanna give me that small body?”
Your hips moved of their own accord, pressing against the hard bulge beneath his pants. He was huge, you’d seen it plenty of times, felt it against and inside your body countless times, but that didn’t make it any less breathtaking, it never failed to amaze you. It was the kind of cock you never grew fully used to, that made you helplessly crave it every single time.
“Yes,” you whispered, kissing along his throat. “I want to feel you lose control. I want to feel you cum.”
Bane growled, holding your hips so hard you gasped. “Then do it.”
You rocked against him harder, faster, your slick soaking through the thin fabric between you, sliding over the thick ridge of his cock beneath his pants. Every press, every frantic grind sent shivers up your spine, made your clit throb violently.
He shifted his hips just slightly, matching your desperate movements, pressing back into you, adding more weight, more pressure, more friction.
“You are insatiable,” he said. “So small, yet you take me as if you were made for it.”
The words sent a shiver through you, and you bit down again on the thick curve of his shoulder, harder this time, so deep you tasted copper, a metallic flavor, drawing a sharp bead of blood from him.
Bane groaned low, and he didn’t push you away. No, he welcomed it, pressing you closer, relishing the rawness, the need, the mess of pleasure and pain, letting every shiver, every tremble, every desperate bite fuel his hunger for you.
“Yes,” he growled, his breath breaking through the mask in uneven hisses. “Mark me. Claim me. Make me bleed for you.”
Your mouth smeared crimson over his skin as you kissed and bit him again, harder, frantic, your hips grinding wildly over his cock now, chasing his release. His length pulsed beneath you against the confinement of his pants, every roll of your hips was dragging him closer to the edge.
“Cum for me,” you begged, raking down his chest with your nails as you bit him again. “I want to feel it, Bane, love, please—”
He slammed his hands on your hips, holding against him, keeping you there, forcing you to grind over the length of him with brutal precision.
“You would make me fall,” he snarled. “You… you would bring me to my knees.”
“Yes,” you gasped, biting him over the muscle of his chest so deep the taste of blood filled your mouth once again.
That was the end of him. Bane’s whole body stiffened beneath you, a roar tearing from his throat, and he buckled up his hips against you as his climax ripped through him. His cock pulsed hard under your grinding, spilling his hot and thick release into his pants as he groaned. You felt the wet heat of it, spreading through the fabric, soaking between you, the evidence of his surrender staining you both.
You shifted onto your knees, and looked up at him. Slowly, you leaned forward, brushing the fabric of his pants with your lips. The sticky cum on the fabric clung to your lips instantly. It tasted like him, like your Bane.
Bane growled bracing his hands on your shoulder. “Do you want this, hmm? You want to taste me?”
You nodded. “Yes… I need it… need to taste you.”
Your tongue traced every ridge through the thin fabric, tasting the salty and slightly bitter taste of his cum. You sucked and licked, feeling him shiver and twitch with overstimulation.
“Good girl… take it, clean me. Show me you want it.” Bane’s words were soft, yet edged with need.
You carefully pulled him free from his pants, trembling slightly at the sheer weight and heat of him. His cock was slightly soft now, but the veins were still thick, pulsing, the size overwhelming even in this state, impossible to ignore. A glossy layer of his cum coated the shaft, dripping in sticky rivulets where it had pooled, and your mouth watered uncontrollably at the sight, aching to take every inch into your lips and taste him fully.
Leaning in, you traced your tongue along the entire length, tasting him fully. You slid your lips down slowly at first, gentle and teasing, then tightened around him, sucking with more pressure, dragging the warm, sticky mess deeper into your mouth. You could feel every ridge, every pulse, the softening cock still impossibly thick in your grasp, throbbing under your lips. Your tongue worked methodically, swirling, licking, cleaning every last drop of his cum, tasting him, claiming him in the most intimate, messy way imaginable.
Bane growled low, pressing his hips instinctively forward, letting you have your way with him, moaning softly into the mask. “That’s it… You take such good care of me.”
“That’s because you deserve it…” You swirled your tongue, licked every slick strand, tracing the shaft, the base, the head, every sticky curve, making sure not a drop remained.
Bane grunted, tilting his hips, letting you finish your task, every inch of the act raw, filthy, and completely intimate, leaving you both sated and dripping, bound together by the mess and the need.
After you’d lapped and cleaned every trace of him, you shifted back, straddling him again. He wrapped his arms around you immediately. And you, small and trembling and marked by his blood and release, clung to him as he shook with the force of it.
“You’ve drunk my blood, and my seed.” His grip loosened just enough for him to stroke your back, his touch gentler now. “There is no force in this world stronger than you.”
You kissed the raw bite mark on his chest, whispering against him. “You’re mine, Bane.”
And for once, even he could not argue.
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A/N: Like I promised, here’s a softer Bane fic for the girls who wanted to see his more romantic side. Ughhh, I love a devoted man😩
I hope you can feel that strong, muscular thigh under you while reading🫦🫦 Thank you so much for being here, loves. I love you all soooo much!!
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