#ban

like when some guy dropped his wallet near your feet, bent to grab it, and ban immediately shoved him back with a growl.

“thought you were peekin’ up her fuckin’ dress, asshole.”

you had to physically wedge yourself between them, shoving ban back by the chest with a “ban. chill. he wasn’t looking.”

he huffed. “still too damn close.”

once the drama passed, ban was all over you again, pulling you toward the dance floor. he swayed like an idiot to whatever beat was playing, but it wasn’t dancing, not really. he just gripped your ass shamelessly, swaying lazily side to side, face buried in your neck like no one else existed.

“you smell so good,” he muttered into your skin, breath hot, voice slurred. “could fuckin’ drown in you, y’know that?”

you rolled your eyes, “you said we were dancing.”

“we are.” he squeezed your ass tighter. “dancin’ with my baby. makin’ everyone jealous.”

he kissed up your neck, tongue wet, messy. you could already feel his cock pressed firm against your hip and when you reached behind you to swat him off, he groaned.

“don’t tease,” he whispered. “i’m already thinkin’ about how good that pussy’s gonna taste with a shot of whiskey on my tongue. let’s take a shot together ”

you elbowed him. “hell no, someone’s gotta be sober to drive.”

“buzzkill,” he grinned, then leaned close and kissed the corner of your mouth, sticky and sweet with liquor. 

minutes later, you found yourself back at the bar, ban laughing too loud, tossing coins like candy and slurring, “drinks on me! all of ‘em! i love you bastards!”

you smacked his hand. “ban. you are not buying the entire club drinks”

“why not?” he said, grinning at you like a fool. “i’m in love, i’m drunk, and my girl’s the hottest fuckin’ thing in the world.”

it wasn’t long before he pulled you into his lap in one of the corner booths. you were sitting back against his chest, his arms wrapped tight around your waist, face buried against your shoulder as he whispered

“love you, baby. love you so much i could fuckin’ cry.”

he kissed your neck slowly. tender at first. then hungrier. his hips rolled just once beneath you, and you felt him. hard. big. desperate.

his voice dropped lower.

“you’ve got no idea what you do to me. can smell you every time you shift on my lap. wanna fuck you right here, i swear”

“ban.” you tried to sound serious. you really did. but the way he was rocking his hips just a little, the way his teeth grazed your skin and his cock throbbed against your ass, you were melting.

he chuckled, drunk and dark. “y’know what? fuck this place. i’m takin’ you home.”

he didn’t mean home.

backseat. club lot. windows fogged up and seat reclined.

you barely had time to breathe before ban was pulling your dress over your head and throwing it in the front seat. his mouth was on your stomach, trailing kisses down to your soaked panties. he licked over the fabric with a slow, lazy swipe of his tongue.

“ban, don’t tease.”

“i’m not.” he looked up, face flushed and dangerous. “i’m starving.”

he ripped your panties with a growl and buried his face between your legs like he was dying for it. licking, sucking, moaning, his tongue everywhere, sloppy and wild and so fuckin’ loud. he was grinding into the seat like your taste was driving him insane.

“you taste like heaven, baby,” he slurred, “fuckin’ addicted.”

he added one finger. then two. curling them perfectly as his mouth sucked on your clit, tongue flicking hard and fast.

your legs were shaking, already close.

“go ahead,” he murmured, voice dripping with honey. “squirt on my fuckin’ face, baby. soak me.”

and you did. legs twitching, hips bucking, your juices spraying all over his tongue and chin. ban groaned so loud it vibrated your whole damn soul.

he didn’t stop. licked you through it. moaned into it.

“never seen you shake like that,” he grinned, face slick. “gonna make you do it again.”

he towered over you, licking his lips, cock rock hard as he lined himself up. he looked into your eyes and slammed into you in one forceful thrust.

your breath left your lungs.

“fuuuck,” he hissed, voice broken. “you’re squeezin’ me like you missed me.”

he fucked you hard. fast. messy. slamming into you with a rhythm only a drunk, feral man in love could manage. your moans filled the car. his mouth found yours, hot and sticky with desperation. you couldn’t even kiss him back. just moaned into his mouth, overwhelmed.

he pulled back, looking at you under the streetlight bleeding in through the fogged window. “so fuckin’ pretty. keep squeezin’ me like that, and i’m gonna, fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum.”

you pulled him close, legs locking around him. “don’t stop. please, don’t stop.”

“gonna cum with me?” he whispered, slurring it. “together, yeah? that’s my girl.”

you came again. screaming. soaking his cock. he groaned loud, spilling inside you, holding still as you both rode it out.

but he didn’t stop.

not for more than a minute.

he was still hard.

still drunk.

still so in love.

“you can take it, baby,” he whispered against your lips. “let me fuck you stupid.”

and he did.

fucked you until your legs shook again. until you cried from overstimulation. until his kisses got sloppier and his moans louder and your name was all he could say.

over. and over. and over.