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"Another one," you ordered, slamming your empty glass down on the counter for the umpteenth time.
"How many's that now, princess?" the bartender asked, grinning at your drunken haze. Flimsy hands, fluttering eyelids and feeble body.
"Sixteen," you replied, then frowned. "No, that's too many."
"Sounds about right to me," he answered, letting out a chuckle.
"You're not allowed to speak to me anymore," you frowned, pointing your finger at him, then slumping forward and falling onto the counter, in a somewhat comfortable resting position.
"Aww," he cooed, "but I was having so much fun."
"I know, I'm nice to be around," you replied, smirking weakly, feeling your eyelids fall. That same voice carried on talking, but sleep overcame you amidst a room of background music, low lights and eccentric strangers. And as fast as fatigue came over you, it was washed right away just as fast. You jolted up from your sleeping position on your stool, hands over the counter, and looked around in confusion.
"Closing hours, princess," a familiar deep voice told you. Confused, you looked around for the person with the voice, but to no avail. Your eyes were still overcome with fatigue, and barely opened. A sudden pulse formed in your forehead, and you keeled over the counter.
"Woah," the same voice spoke lowly, and soon, strong hands wrapped around your torso. You quickly gained your footing back and straightened up, pressing against the stranger's body.
"Uhm, hands?" you said, staring down at large, calloused hands, decorated in a few silver rings. "Off, now, please."
A deep chuckle filled your ears, and you shook slightly as the hands slowly left your body. A deep breath escaped your lungs, and you took a moment to regain composure. Reaching into the pockets of your leather trench coat, you pulled out your phone, which was uninteresting as ever. Just at that moment, it buzzed violently, which caused you to shake, and watch the phone slip from your grasp and tumble towards the floor.
"No!" you squealed unintentionally, hearing it make harsh contact with the speckless tiled floor. You scrambled towards the floor, crouching over your phone, not having the confidence to pick it up.
"You good?" that same deep voice asked. At that moment, you sat down on the floor beside your phone and pulled your knees towards your chest.
"I can't look," you spoke, not looking away from your heels. "Check it for me."
You pushed your phone forward as it continued buzzing, eyes still on your heels. A hand reached down, and your phone was swiped off of the floor. Moments later, you heard talking.
"It's fine," was the response. Grinning widely, you jumped to your feet and stepped forward.
"Yay!" you shouted, resting your hands on your phone - which were still in the hands of the stranger. At that moment, you looked up to take in the features of the stranger.
Blue, messy hair, fiery eyes and a large, intricate scar were the first things that stared back at you. As you took more time to look, you saw muscle in his biceps, veins in his forearms, and paid more attention to the jewellery on his hands. Once you looked up again, it then hit you how you had to strain your neck to make eye contact with this man. He was tall - very tall. You didn't realise that your face contorted in thought as many thoughts raced through your mind, so the stranger frowned in confusion too.
"Something on my face?" he asked, pulling you straight out of your thoughts. Shaking your head vigorously, you replied with a stubborn, "Absolutely not," and snatched your phone from his hands. For some reason, laughter overcame him. He threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh, and you stood displeased with your arms folded. Once his laughter began to calm down, he spoke.
"Do you wanna explain who you've saved as 'Lord Farquaad'?" he asked, evidently fighting yet another laughter.
"Absolutely not," you repeated, looking down at your phone with a frown. "You know, I should change that name, I actually kinda like Lord Farquaad, and I don't like him."
The laughter he'd been fighting was finally let out.
"You're easily amused," you told him, unfolding your arms and leaning against the counter.
"You're easily intoxicated," he retaliated, all with a grin on his face.
"Funny," you replied, stale-faced.
"I thought so," he retorted, the grin on his face inching wider and wider.
"I think you should stop talking," you told him, giving him a short, simple smile.
"So harsh," he commented, placing a hand over his heart.
"It's what I'm good at," you answered, winking jokingly.
He suddenly stepped forward, enough to catch the scent of his cologne.
"You're a little close, don't you think?" you commented, pushing off of the counter. Immediately, you regretted it, as you realised there was barely a ruler's length between the two of you.
"You noticed, princess," he replied lowly, cocking his head. Any and every snarky comment flew right out of your head at the sight of him licking his lips. That action had your thoughts running wild.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked, and at his words, you cast your eyes to the floor and pursed your lips in an attempt to stay silent. Not even a moment later, his cold hand grabbed your face softly and forced your eyes to meet with his.
"Speak up, princess," he whispered, moving his lips to your ear. "I can't hear you."
A sudden wave of confidence overcame you. You grabbed his face with one hand, returned it to where it was in front of you, and pushed yourself forward so your lips met. The way he reacted made it obvious he was longing for the same thing. His hands searched your body and eventually rested on your lower back. His tongue began to inch closer into your mouth, but suddenly, his hand snaked up your spine, around your neck, and tugged it to the side. Your lips fell away from his and your head fell back, exposing the sensitive skin of your neck to him. His lips danced over your skin, kissing and sucking. You bit your lip to keep the sound in. As his lips moved further and faster, your legs suddenly shook and buckled at a certain spot in the crevice by your ear. He chuckled, knowing he'd found your weak spot, and hoisted you up onto the counter with one arm.
You shuffled out of your coat and knocked it behind the counter, out of the way of the two of you. He noticed your position - slightly laying back and low stomach exposed. He moved away from your neck and began to crouch down. Immediately, you caught on to what he was about to do, and sat up slightly. He paused and looked up at you with low eyes - you instinctively closed your legs.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, a rasp evident in his voice. You stayed still, silent and speechless. He rose to his feet and leaned over you in a swift motion. One hand lay on the counter, and the other caressed your face. His thumb danced over your lips, and your eyes flickered up to his. Irises of fire and passion looked down on you.
"Tell me what you want," he ordered, softly but sternly. Your voice faltered for a second before your courage returned.
"Carry on," was all you could say. You felt embarrassed to say it - but it's what you wanted. The grin on his face resurfaced as he began to crouch down again. The way his fingers danced on your skin was almost enough to make you come undone. He fiddled with the hem of your skirt, examining the fabric, before pushing it up out of the way. As he inched closer to your lower lips, you felt the need to hold your legs together, but the attempt was futile. He grabbed your legs and held them apart, then slid between them, his face dangerously close to your pussy. It seemed he grew impatient, because he wasted no time moving your underwear out of the way and slipping a cold, slender finger inside.
You pushed off of your back, resting on your elbows and arching your back. The feeling of his finger already made you feel things. He grinned at your reaction to him, and began to pump his fingers in and out, creating a rhythm. It was so painstakingly slow, yet so effective. A moan tried to escape, but got caught in your throat as you felt his pace pick up. You cast your gaze to the ceiling, taking a deep breath. Just as you felt relaxed, he took the opportunity to add another finger. A breath got caught in your throat yet again, and all you could do was stare down at him as he made your insides feel hotter than hell.
His pace sped up yet again, and you could feel yourself getting closer. Your mouth fell open at the feel of him curling his fingers inside of you, which pushed you closer to your climax. Suddenly, he stopped. His fingers ceased movement. You cast your eyes down, to see him looking up at you with a smirk.
"What are you..." was all you could say. He chuckled slightly at the breathlessness of your voice.
"You want me to stop?" he asked, which confused you.
"Of course not," you answered bluntly, falling on your back once again.
"No?" he repeated, beginning to move his fingers in and out again. It was a slow pace, but it was something.
"Yes," you moaned lowly, satisfied at the feeling.
"Yes?" he asked, slowing down his fingers once again.
"Ugh--" you grunted out of anger, sitting up abruptly. "You know what I want!"
The anger you felt immediately fleeted when you looked at his face. There was no way to be angry in your state. Your anger fuelled another feeling in you - desire. You leaned forward and grabbed his face with both hands, pulling him towards you and planting your lips on his. He immediately reacted, moving his lips in rhythm with yours. His fingers began to move again - faster than before. Much faster. You began to tremble and quiver at the pace he was moving at - you simply couldn't keep up. Your lips fell away from his, and you brought your face back to make eye contact with him, your hands still on either side of his face. He watched as your eyelids fluttered for a moment, then suddenly scrunched shut, and he grinned as you came all over his fingers. He bit his lip at the sight of your mouth falling open soundlessly and you leaning forward to rest your hands on his shoulders, still shaking. His fingers slowed down until they completely ceased movement, and he waited until your body stopped trembling.
Your head slightly raised once your body was still, and you found yourself looking into his deep red eyes. As usual, he stared back with a grin on his face. He pushed himself up, out of his crouching position, resuming his full height. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but you were lost for words. And it was then you realised you don't know his name.
"I don't know your name," you spoke unintentionally, voicing your thoughts.
"Do you wanna know?" he asked, resting his hand on the back of your neck. You didn't how to react - what to do or say - so you simply shrugged.
"Ban," he spoke. His tone changed as he said his name. The name resonated in your mind. Odd, original, but it suited him completely. The eye contact he held as he spoke had you pressing your legs together. He noticed, and moved his hand from inside his pocket to your thigh. He let his fingers glide over your thigh, inching towards your pussy, which already throbbed with want. You caught his hand before he could move any further, and watched as he furrowed his brows.
Your hand drifted upwards, and rest on the back of his neck, gently inching him forwards into another kiss - a kiss of calm passion. Your lips moved in sync, embracing one another, but Ban pulled away and let his lips wander to your neck. Your head fell back in bliss, feeling his lips kiss your skin gently, leaving specks of heat behind. The hand on his neck moved up to bury itself within his blue roots, clutching tight. His head began to move away from your neck and down your body once again, and soon he was eye level with your lower stomach. Your lower lips were still bare, and he was inches from it. His hand rested on your thigh as he pushed your skirt up once again, ever so slightly. You shivered at the cold air and his sharp breath hitting you. He widened the space between your legs with his face and locked his hands around your thighs. It was only then you realised what he was about to do. Just as you rose to say something, his tongue made an upwards lick on your slit, leaving you speechless. Your head fell back, your back arched - you were truly exposed to him.
A sigh of satisfaction left your lips as he began to move his tongue against your pussy, and you felt his arms lock tighter. At that moment, his pace sped up rapidly. One moment you were at peace, and the next you were burning up. The speed and presence of his tongue alone had you squirming. Your pussy throbbed and ached as he pushed his mouth closer against it. It was all you wanted, but at the same time, it was too much.
"Ban," you whispered, looking down at him, watching him work wonders on your body all while looking at you.
"Princess," he spoke lowly, blinking slowly. A grin formed on his face, and his eyes moved swiftly away from yours. His arms tightened once again, and his tongue sped up for the umpteenth time.
"Oh, fuck," you cursed, feeling the pit of your stomach gain that familiar feeling once again. He buried his tongue deep inside of you, pushing it in and out at the perfect pace. He dug his fingers into your thighs, which caused a stinging feeling that felt more like pleasure than pain. Ban was merciless now; his speed increased yet again, and he shook his head in between your legs, delving even deeper. He let his teeth run over your folds, and inched them closer to your clit. The sudden cold of his canines against the heat inside of you was the final straw; your legs trembled violently against the counter, a loud moan escaped your lips, and your eyelids closed as you came once again.
"Oh, my..." your voice faltered, and you watched Ban as he got up from his crouching position once again, unlocking his arms from your thighs. There was a prominent ache between your legs, but Ban still let his fingers linger there.
"No," you whispered feebly, grabbing his hand, shuffling on the counter. "I... no."
"No?" he asked, taunting you as usual. He traced a finger up and down your thigh, inducing shivers throughout your body.
"Ban," you whispered, looking him in the eyes.
"Princess," he taunted once again, moving his head towards your neck, leaving bites and kisses. Your body immediately reacted to him, tilting your head back and giving him full access. Shallow breaths were the only noise in the room. Your hands reached forward, pressing against his chest and running up and down his torso. His loose fitted shirt was barely buttoned so his bare chest was exposed to you. A hand traced his collarbone, while the other continued to run down his body. You froze, slightly, when your hands ran over the bulge in his pants. He noticed the touch as well as you stiffening, and he laughed at your reaction. Since his head was still buried in your neck, the laughter vibrated within your skin, inducing another round of shivers.
"You want it?" he asked you, catching you off-guard. He was so confident, so shameless. And you liked it.
"Yes," you answered shamelessly. His low eyes didn't move from yours, and you saw his hands move to the zipper of his pants. Your hand traced his torso upwards, all the way to the scar that marked his left side, from his collarbone, up his neck, to his jaw.
"How did this happen?" you asked quietly as your fingers outlined the trace of his scar.
"A friend," he answered, smiling as his eyes flitted up to the ceiling.
"Friend?" you scoffed, leaning back. "Now why is that so hard to believe?"
"I don't know, princess," he replied, tightening his hold on you. "It's pretty straightforward to me."
Your eyes met his again, and this time you looked within him to see anything other than sarcasm, humor or horniness. There was a sense of longing within them.
"You're weird," you told him, straightening your lips mockingly.
He sighed, and it seemed he wouldn't reply, so you smiled in satisfaction. Your smile began to drop when his hands danced on the skin of your upper thigh, so dangerously close to the inbetween. His eyes looked down to your skin, then back up into your eyes.
"You're horny," he replied, looking down at you.
"Obviously," you huffed, blowing a stray piece of hair away from your face. Ordering him to hurry up and fuck you was on the tip of your tongue, but you didn't want to come across as desperate. The way your body reacted to him, however, may have already given it away.
"Let's fix that then, shall we?" he teased. Though your eyes were fixed on his, you couldn't miss the slow movement of his hand as it left your thigh and slowly trailed down to his zipper. With your legs crossed, you sat impatiently on the counter, waiting for him to give you what you wanted.
He soon stepped forward, leaning closer to you. His head moved towards your ear, as he had done many times before already.
"You sure you want this?" he asked once again. Your mouth immediately opened, ready to give him a confident answer, until you felt the tip of his dick move up and down your pussy lips. That action alone could've had you shaking and falling into his arms. His tip already made you aware of his size - definitely too big for you.
But that wasn't enough to stop you.
"Yes," you proceeded to answer, no fault evident in your voice. The word barely left your lips when he swiftly pushed himself inside of you. Immediately, your mouth fell open. Not only was his size monstrous, the roughness was unruly.
"Oh, God," you muttered, trying to get used to the feeling of him inside of you.
"Don't bring God into this, princess," he replied snarkily, beginning to ease himself in and out of you, "this is between you and me."
"Hilarious as ever," you managed to reply with an eye roll. His hand swiftly grabbed your face, forcing eye contact for the umpteenth time.
"Keep those eyes on me," he ordered sternly. His eyes burned with desire, and his mannerisms screamed authority. You felt the need to obey his every word. All you could do was nod as he thrusted in and out of you. Unlike the previous times, he didn't bother to start off slow - he was merciless. You moved back and forth against the counter in rhythm with him as your body heated up. Your arm moved to wrap itself around his neck, and your nails scratched at his skin to ease the multiple feelings rising inside you.
The counter began to rattle slightly beneath you, and your breathing shallowed. Your mouth opened with no words in mind, so erratic noises left your lips.
"Got something to say, princess?" Ban taunted, his hand drifting up and down your spine. How could he taunt you at a time like this? The hand that was on your face slowly fell downwards towards your thigh, and you leaned forward slightly. Your body was running out of energy - he was draining you of everything you had within you. Your lips fell to Ban's neck, and you left kisses on his skin. He grunted, trying to stifle the noises he was making, which caused a grin to erupt on your face.
"Got something to say, Ban?" you mocked, moving your lips away from his neck. He snatched your face into his palm once again, and made you stare as a grin crawled onto his face.
"Yeah," he replied, leaning into your ear. "Can you handle this?"
There was no time to question his words. He held your leg up slightly and pounded into you. The angle - the speed - the intensity - all too much. Your palms burned, your toes curled and your eyelids fluttered. The inside of your thighs heated up and began to tremble.
"Oh, fuck!" you cursed as he continued to thrust into you. His low laughter returned. The orgasm that came over you was one like no other. Your body was on fire and trembled excessively as you came all over his dick. It wasn't long before Ban pulled out of you and came, his semen trailing down your thigh.
You let out a harsh breath, falling forward into Ban's chest, still trembling. Your pussy throbbed, but you knew for sure this was the final straw - you couldn't handle anymore. Ban's hand snaked around you and held you around your waist, chuckling as your trembling still continued.
"Guess you couldn't handle it," he spoke, grinning as he bit his lip slightly.
"You think?" you huffed, propping yourself up on the counter. However, you stopped once you realised that wasn't the best idea. He noticed, then laughed once again.
"Is there anything you don't find funny?" you snapped, trying to remain as still as possible.
"I very much doubt it," he replied, still grinning. He then hopped over the counter and ducked down. You kept your eyes forward, interesting yourself with the interior of the bar. He soon walked back around the counter with a few napkins. Smiling, you reached for one, but he held your hand and put it back down.
"Oh? Princess treatment," you scoffed, grinning as he stepped closer to you.
"Princess, this is nothing," he replied, resting his hand on the counter in between your legs. He was close enough that his breath tickled the skin on your face. The eye contact you held invoked many more feelings inside you, in any and every nerve of your being.
"I can show you the real thing."