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dustypixellegacy · 14 days ago

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note: "?" in warnings because avoid if sensitive to but its kinda sprinkled in kinda? mainly just a crap tonne of misunderstandings. woulda written the smutty ending but i suck at it soo,, anyways, im thirsty so allow me to kin shaney some more ehe

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you wake up in your bed parched and slightly hungover after a night of heavy drinking, with most of the village gathering at the saloon for your birthday.

you vividly remember a drinking contest with shane and pam that went very downhill very quickly.

the rest of the night is a bit of a blur bar the little snippets, dancing on the floor, dragging gus and em' along at some point for a birthday dance before letting them back to their bar.

somehow managing to convince shane to join you for an extremely sexual song that worked its way into the playlist (emily's wink when you catch her eye indicating it less of a coincidence and more of a premidiated happening.)

eventually you'd bid everyone farewell as the saloon's closing time approached, making sure everyone would get home okay before starting on your own way home, stumbling over your own feet.

by this time, marnie and shane were the only people still nearby and marnie spotted you struggling to get anywhere.

feeling sorry for you after he'd all but dragged you into the drinking match of the century, she gave him a pointed look.

shane had offered to walk you home but you tried to refuse, knowing how you get when drunk.

the refusal fell on deaf ears as he basically dragged you, having to hold you up in case you fell (you did. thrice.)

by the time the two of you got to your farm, you'd groped him and kissed him at least thrice each.

you cringe, praying to yoba that that was a dream and not a memory.

fucking hell.

the rest of the night kinda blends together, shane consumed by arousal and accepting your offer to come in. you leading him to the bed. having probably the best sex anyone has ever had ever. falling asleep cuddled to the sexiest man you've ever met.

wait.

you whip your head to the bed to find deep emerald eyes staring up at you.

fuck.

trying to act normal you offer an awkward smile with a "morning sunshine."

shane looks mortified. disgusted even? and your chest pangs as he scrambles out of your bed and into his clothes that are tossed about.

you watch him dress himself and he avoids eye contact completely.

"so- umm. this was a mistake. i don't know what got over me. we- we should forget about this."

you feel horrible, the disgust in his gaze tempting you to scrape your skin raw. were you really so horrible?

"i'll–" you catch yourself before your voice cracks further, "i'll walk you out." you slap a dressing gown on and open your front door for the man who's clearly not pleased with your encounter.

once you're sure he's gone, you collapse onto the floor, throat heavy as pained sobs leave your small form.

guess that answers any curiosity about having your feelings reciprocated.

after what feels like forever, you pull yourself together. going to the bathroom to freshen up, you decide that no man is worth moping over this much.

untrue to your words, however, you throw yourself into your work instead. you begin spending your days and nights tending to the crops, feeding the animals and then going off to the mines until exhaustion hits only to repeat it again the next day.

you spend almost all of the season like that, highly productive but slowly losing a grasp on much of anything else. the only human you've actively spoken to in almost five weeks is linus, who doesn't forget to come check in on you if he doesn't see you for too long, and you offer him dinner on those days.

through the weeks, the girls all send you messages on the group chat to make sure you're okay and to ask you out to zuzu, for a girls night but you have to refuse on account of being "too busy". they come individually to come check up on you through the weeks, and then all together on the day of the feast of the winter star, hayley brought you a pretty locket with a picture of all of you together on one side and an empty spot on the other.

the only other person who'd seen you since your social m.i.a. was harvey when you accidentally ended up at the clinic last week after an incident in the skull cavern.

it's the tenth of spring before anyone else comes to see you, and it's pierre, who's devastated to have lost his best customer. pierre.

you finally decide it's time to return to the world of the living, planning to take a trip to the saloon on the 17th, knowing the man you were not looking forward to seeing anytime soon wouldn't be there.

when you quietly open the door in the late afternoon, you're nothing but surprised to see shane there chugging down a beer.

"y/n!" marnie spots you through her glass of cider, more than pleased to see you. all eyes in the saloon turn to you after marnie's call, making you shift on you feet.

you walk up to the woman to hug her, making quick small talk as you explain that you were "just busy."

shane watches you with careful eyes, observing how you're carrying yourself, how you don't instantly come barrelling towards him like you always did, how you don't even look at him before making your way behind the bar to give gus and emily quick hugs, letting them get back to their jobs.

you spend the next couple minutes going to each individual table and greeting everyone with a warm hug and a present they'd like in apology for your absence.

the lively saloon atmosphere returns after a while and everyone goes back to what they were doing.

the vibe of the saloon really settles in, warming your bitter heart as you reach within the vicinity of the last person, shane.

you give him a curt nod and shaky smile before settling into the seat on the other side of the bear statue, ancient fruit wine in hand.

the very wine you'd made last fall a couple days before your birthday.

you take a sip, embracing the taste of the alcohol. nothing quite like the beer you've been drinking before going to the mines, gives you liquid courage is your excuse.

the fruit wine glides smoothly down your throat, almost like a high end cider. a satisfied sigh leaves your lips as you watch emily rush through her orders.

she comes up to you, shuffling in next to you to give you a longer hug. "hey, hun. how're we doin?" she doesn't believe a thing about your too much work bull, you've spent every winter since you moved to stardew valley at the saloon during her shifts but suddenly you're too busy? she'd sooner adorn herself in opals then believe that.

her quiet comfortable concern is all it takes to break down your walls, and she waits as you look down at your hand on the table.

"we had sex, em." shock paints her features as she carefully reaches out to hold your calloused hand, treating it liked it's fragile enough to crack if she holds it too hard.

"and it was amazing, everything i could have imagined and more. but then it was all just 'a mistake'." shane's expression flits through your mind as you pinch your thigh with your other hand, no more crying. at least, not today, not right now.

"oh y/n" she starts but you smile softly at her, "it's okay em. i'm not here to mope. i'm here to brag. finally managed to age some sparkling ancient wine, n you can have the first sip next fall."

ancient fruits are definitely fall fruits, somehow always taste the best when comfy in your room watching some show or other on the telly.

emily grins at your gloating expression, patting your head affectionately, "well done hun, prouda chu."

your heart softens as you grab her hand, "how would you and sandy like a third?"

she laughs openly at that, knowing this is your desperation talking, "sure, but just so you know the bouncer and mr qi join us sometimes too, so that'd make you the fifth."

"IN BED??" you whisper shout in shooketh as she winks, "no, just for our dates, they make for a great double."

but you're already giggling at the idea of the bouncer and mr qi hobbling along holding hands fighting for who gets the top hand (they both claim to dominate, but clearly one of 'ems just a brat n you know it).

emily smiles, bringing you a plate of warm pizza, deliciously cheesy loaded fries and chicken bites that gus prepared for you.

you send him a grateful smile before emily leaves to return to her job.

the cheese stretches deliciously as you pick up a chip, dipping it in the sour cream before putting it in your mouth.

you almost have a mouth gasm at the taste. could gus be yoba in disguise? this taste sure proves it.

you're too engrossed in the taste of the food to notice shane sliding awkwardly into the bench opposite you.

you only realise he's there when he sneaks a slice of pizza from your plate and you swot his hand away, "mine!"

"someone's feisty." his deep voice enters your ears and you're brought back to that night.

you're enveloped in his arms as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, strokes your hair softly as you choke on his girthy length, peppers soft kisses on your face in comfort as he presses into you.

you pull yourself back before you're too deep in, and he definitely knows because why is he giving you that look.

"did you need anything besides stealing my food, asshole?" you glare at the hand that inches towards your plate again.

"no, just saying hi." he grabs a pizza slice while you're looking at emily who offers you an out, you smile but shake your head.

"ass!" he munches on the slice at a braggingly slow pace.

where have you been? he almost asks. for the first time in the six years he's known you, you didn't come to see him daily.

the incident from that time meant nothing, so it couldn't possibly have been that. but he feels a pang in his chest at the thought that the very night that's kept him up for weeks, that's had him playing with himself with the shirt you'd lost in his room pressed onto his nose.

you'd felt so good that night, so fucking delicious all dew eyed and pouty lipped, just for him.

it's all he's been able to think about, to the point of forgetting about his stall today. he just wants to feel you around him again, bucking your hips hoping he'll reach further. pleading with him to go faster. harder. deeper.

"how would you," he chews slowly gulping hard to urge himself to finish the sentence. "like to sleep with me again?" and you almost snort out the wine you'd just drunk.

you have to restrain yourself from pouncing onto him instantly, instead taking him in slowly snd debating the decision.

you could get laid, and well at that. you'd get to see this fine specimen in bed again. but you like him romantically, and seeing him just for sex would not do you any good.

you're not marnie to be sex friends with someone you're romantically interested in, no offence to her.

"on what grounds?"

"we could be friends with benefits, help us both out."

you really do snort this time, the audacity of the man.

"i'm alright thank you, i think i'll stick to my ice cream and movies."

he doesn't push, simply sauntering away to his spot by the bar.

you quickly finish your food and wine, getting up to go home, making sure to bid everyone farewell.

you text lucas, an old fling of yours, who very obviously wanted more, to arrange a date for that saturday. though you hadn't felt anything at the time, you could always try again to see if the next time will be more successful.

you were completely done waiting for someone who clearly didn't want you for anything besides your body.

you go to bed knowing that you're doing what's best for you.

the next day you text the girls about your upcoming date, asking them to help you pick an outfit before his arrival. you gotta look your best afterall. not like the moping mess you've been for over a season!

word gets around about a visitor to the valley, though only the girls know it's your date.

shane somehow catches wind of the fact that you'd be going on a date and seethes.

he can't quite place it but something about someone else getting to see you in an intimate position, or even the thought of someone else being the recipient of your toothy grin, and your daily gifts, lights a fire in him.

something cold and cruel, something that could do nothing but cause harm and maybe, just maybe, it'd be fine if all it does is hurt the filthy person who wants to take you away.

waking up that day, your birthday, after what had been, to date, the most satisfying sex he'd ever experienced, seeing your pretty face scrunching cutely as you cuddled into him.

but then you woke up and turned to look at him all startled like a deer in headlights and he realised what he'd done.

he was definitely not as drunk as you and he'd still allowed you to provoke him. he'd forced himself on you. he was more than disappointed in himself for taking advantage of you, disgusted even.

nothing could excuse what he'd done to you. he knew there was no way you could've wanted him anywhere near you.

he scrambled up and for his clothes before the guilt consumed him. the horror of the fact that what just happened really wasn't okay.

he muttered an excuse, an out for the both of you, before running out the door ready to break something, anything, even himself.

in his rush, he realised he'd forgotten his ring, the one you'd gotten clint to make specially for him.

he'd turned back to collect but stopped in his tracks when he heard your muffled sobs through the wooden door.

well shit.

guess this is the end of your fate or whatever else emily would say.

he left you there, knowing nothing he said or did would change the fact that he'd hurt you.

shane had noticed when you disappeared, spending your days toiling. he watched with solemn eyes as you went to the mines everyday.

he had been the one to drag you to harvey's clinic when you got injured. he'd also tended to your farm for the days you were bed ridden after.

he's long since mourned the you he'd lost, the you he had pushed away on his own.

shane had decided that day that he would give you as much space as he could manage.

he'd spent the first couple weeks with his therapist, trying to make peace with what happened, completely dismissive when they'd explained to him that "he was drunk too."

he resolved to never hurt you again, to let you go.

the only sexual contact with you he'd allowed himself was that memory, accepting that he was doomed to be a right hander for life.

though guilty for keeping it, that shirt of yours was the only thing he had left of you.

the night he saw you at the saloon his lips were loose from drinking. he was so excited to see you that he'd brought up your trauma again.

he'd never been much of a smooth talker but yeesh.

he'd just wanted to talk to you. yoba knows how much he's missed you, but he fucked it up again like the useless piece of shit he is.

and now you really are going away from him. you'd be able to find happiness with someone who doesn't hurt you the way he does.

but how can he guarantee that?

anyone at all would be better than him. he was cruel and disgusting and you deserved someone who could match your light.

he can handle seeing you smile for someone else, he decides, he has to. for jas, and for you.

the day of the date comes quickly, and shane finally musters up the courage to knock on your door as you're getting ready to go out.

"shane?" you open the door, all dolled up n beautiful and ready to head to the saloon.

"i'm sorry." you falter, the shane you know has never been the type to apologise with words, much more an action type of guy.

"jas told me that the best way to convey regret to someone you love is to just apologise."

she had approached him last night while he was moping, taking on the child-friendly version of his worries and calling him a stupid uncle for not knowing about something as simple as saying sorry.

"i know it doesn't help and that it doesn't at all excuse the fact that i raped you, but i dont want you to be scared of relationships. not everyone is like me."

unable to process his word, you just stare for a second.

"wait, shane. you think you raped me?"

"i took advantage of you when you were drunk, that's inexcusable."

realisation dawns upon you like a dump truck, his emotions from that morning starting to make sense.

"shane. i initiated it."

"but you were too drunk to know."

the solemn look on his face doesn't fade and you gently take his hand to pull him inside.

"shane. i don't think you understand, i liked it. i wanted it that way, yoba knows how horny i get drunk."

"does that mean you would've fucked anyone who took you home?" a look of hurt flashes on his face, but also something significantly more dangerous.

you want to feel offended, to chastise him, but you never really told him anything either so you sigh dramatically.

"shane, darling, there's a reason i warned you about taking me home.

"there is no situation on yoba's green earth that i wouldn't have pounced on you, neither drunk nor sober, when you serve yourself on a platter."

"you mean?" he looks so small right now, like an abandoned puppy, teetering on the edge of a breakdown and you can't help but smile reassuringly.

"i like you, silly."

the look of relief on his features warms your heart and you can't help the fact that you lean ever so slightly up (thank yoba for stilettoes) to press your lips on his forehead.

he slowly grabs your hand and holds it, much more awkward than when he was in your bed.

"not much of a lover are we?" with a playful grin you lean onto him.

he rolls his eyes, "well i'm sorry my only experience is with fuckin' pretty girls senseless."

and then he's confident again, dragging you towards your bed to sit on it with him.

"so what was that about 'someone you love' earlier," you tease.

shane forces an intoxicating kiss on your lips, enjoying the feeling of your gloss against his dry ass ones.

"darlin', much as im wooed and slightly soggin up, you really need to invest in some chapstick!"

"fuck off," he rolls his eyes again, "besides, that's what your lips are for."

as you make to lean in for another kiss, you get a text on your phone, it's from lucas.

oi y/n don't come

stay home plzplzplz

im rizzing up gus

need to see what else he can do with his fingers if his food's this good

you snort at his perfect timing, showing shane the texts.

"good yoba. this is the man you were gonna go on a date with? yeesh." although his words are playful his tone is dripping with jealousy.

you wrap your hands around his neck to press a kiss onto him, this one far wetter and dirtier than the previous one.

now that your date's been cancelled, you can fix the problem in your pants.

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dustypixellegacy · 16 days ago

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disclaimer: haven't written a fic in well over a year and smut in almost ever (im a horny softcore writer so must indulge myself somehow) but shane's done sum to me sooo,,,

ps. im still learning to use naughty words instead of member and appendage (；′⌒`)

n if self indulgence had a face this fic would be it ehe

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shane can't help the slight upturn of his lips as he watches you try to make sense of the puzzle on his screen.

his strong arms wrap around your waist as he cuddles into the curve of your neck.

"d'ya need help with 'at, hm?"

you pursue your lips in disgruntlement as you attempt to manoeuvre your avatar over that stupid jump that is clearly just impossible for fuck's sake.

"nah, i got this"

no you don't. but he doesn't need to know that.

if his mind-reading hadn't already exposed you then your falling off the platform another time absolutely fuckin has.

"you know what. this game is clearly unbeatable, i quit!"

just as you move to turn it off, shane's large hands glove yours, guiding you to make it and he does so with such ease that you almost doubt you ever struggled.

"i loosened it for ya." you insist, saving before you lose the jump.

shane pulls you closer, close enough that you can feel his heartbeat through your shirt, and his pudgy tum against the small of your back.

god you love how he feels when he spoons you, all soft n hard in all the right places.

years of drinking have gone directly to his gut, and you wouldn't change a damn thing.

his thick arms relax into a comfortable spot resting on you, fingers gliding down your front and settling on your love handles. he gives a soft squish every once in a while through your clothes as he basks in the moment.

a comfortable silence fills the room as you scroll through your phone, angling it so he can watch with you.

a super cute two piece lingerie set is advertised to you, a soft pink, with frills and lace, with an accompanying choker that looks absolutely gorgeous.

"shay what if" you begin to inquire as he peppers kisses along your neck, sucking and biting different parts.

"mm, d'look real pretty on ya. though not nearly as pretty as you look when you're stuffed with me, all crystal eyed and absent minded."

shane teases, very much affecting himself with his own words as you feel something hard press against your back.

"speak for yourself loser, im the doer here not the doee."

you put your phone down and turn in your spot to rest your forearms on the bedframe behind him and lightly press a knee to his erection.

kissing his face sweetly and softly, grinding your leg in that tantalising way you always do, just to make him lose his pretty mind.

after making sure he's full mast and raring to go, the little mischievous spirit inside you awakens and you pull away from his relaxed hands around your waist, turning to give him a final kiss to the cheek before citing "farm work" as an excuse to leave him there, hot n heavy.

shane blinks rapidly in disbelief, dick already beginning to weep for you. "y/n i swear to yoba-"

but you're already gone, not returning until ten minutes later, grinning about the "soil you had to water to avoid it getting stale, trust."

the poor man had only just begun to calm down when you walk in, shirt pulled off and dungarees hanging at your waist, "somehow managed to spill water only on my shirt, now i gotta change."

but he's already up and at your side, pulling you into his arms as his slowly unhardening dick springs right the fuck back up ready to greet you.

"you're an ass, yanno that?"

the not so subtle grin on your face as you blink your eyes innocently says it all, "lil ol mee?"

you dirty make out with your husband, tongues tied and hands all over before "remembering" that you have to go feed the animals.

he groans in displeasure but lets you go, telling you to come back quickly with the makings of a scowl on his features, patience wearing thin.

this is clearly your way of bothering him, the cute little skirted dungarees are definitely not farm material but who's he to stop you when the chickens need feeding (he's glaring at the ground as he thinks this).

your next return is fairly quick as well, having tended to the coop and barns creatures, as well as milo, refilling their foods and waters.

shane waits at the door for your return, wanting to avoid you making the excuse that "you need a shower" or whatever else.

when you enter, he grabs at you to take in your scent and kisses bruises onto your neck in desperation, hoping to lead you onto the bed before the pressure in his shorts gets any worse.

unfortunately for shane, you woke up today with an evil agenda.

you saunter away again to do the rest of the actual farming that you'd forgotten, but not without turning to throw shane a quick wink.

this time, his jaw tightens as he watches you through the window, silently seething.

you whistle innocently all the while shaking your perky butt, making sure to nudge him over the edge.

he could politely hold himself back in respect for the grind but it's the final straw when you "accidentally" knock over your scythe and bend at the hip to pick it up, exposing your bare bottom to him.

he storms out the door towards you and picks you up to toss you over his shoulder, knocking the scythe back over.

"shayy, i was harvesting the wheat!"

"shut it."

he hauls you over his shoulder and into the house to the downstairs bedroom, chucking you with such intensity that you almost tumble over to the other side.

he shoves his shorts off along with his shirt, coming to where you're lay with something dark in his eyes.

"had your fun, did ya? two can play at that game, sweetheart."

your heart swells as he pulls you onto his lap, as if you weigh absolutely nothing.

he pulls your skirt up to expose the very cheeks you'd taunted him with, "count."

a large outspread palm descends onto your ass, forcing a ripple through it. your whole body jerks with a yelp.

"s-shay!"

"not a number, sweet" another slap.

"two."

he hums, landing them square up to "five."

he could never hurt you too much, not you.

on the other hand, he can handle you a different way just fine.

he pats your ass lightly, signalling you to hop off and you do so, dropping to your knees in front of the handsome man you have the pleasure of calling yours.

"mm, my pretty girl, takin me without any prompting."

you hum in disagreement, "you're the pretty boy, just doin it to please my lil sub."

the teasing tone lingers as you free his dick from its confines, the poor thing weeping to see you.

the beautiful pink head peeks out at you as you take him into your hand, tugging on it lightly as you lean down to swipe slow licks, savouring the taste of him, raw and unfiltered.

shane's hand moves to your hair almost instantly, softly tugging on the locks as you (admittedly struggle to) take the head into your mouth, regaining control of the situation.

you nuzzle into his palm lightly as you begin to bob your head, barely managing to swirl your tongue around his girth.

you jerk the base with your hand, taking as much of his dick into your mouth as you can.

the pleasure floods shane, the sight of your pretty lips wrapping around him almost setting him alight.

he grips your hair tighter and pushes your head down with practiced precision, nudging himself deeper into your mouth.

you follow the tug of his hands and take him in deeper and deeper each time, sucking as much as you can on something that fills your mouth to the brim.

you interrupt the rhythm by pulling off with a 'pop' when you feel the familiar twitch of your husband's climax, not wanting to spend him too soon and honestly your little brat heart took over.

"so we're playing this game, hm, sweet?"

"just doin' it fer you, doll," tone ever so minutely mocking.

he picks you up off the floor and lifts you back onto the bed.

you finally get the chance to take him in when he crawls onto it too, positioning his face at your core.

"shay-" you try, always embarrassed when he does this.

"ah buh buh. shut."

"shay it's dirty—" your protest is meet with your beautiful beautiful husband's tongue swiping at your clit, stopping you in your tracks.

"fuck off, darlin', we both know it's cleaner than mine n someone's got fuck all problems with that, hm?"

"it's not-" the same you begin to say but this gorgeous man silences you with a slow lick to your slit, plunging just the tip into your cunt as you squirm in arousal.

"shayy—" he pushes a long thick finger into your cunt, and another.

yoba this man really took his job seriously.

pumping his digits into your cunt religiously, curling them into that sweet spot every few thrust, tongue circling your clit, sucking it softly, the occasional brush with his canine, then dipping it into your cunt to lap at your juices, and fuckkk this man knew how to play you like a pro.

"so d'licious, sweet, so sweet i could just-" he pulls back to look up at you, pretty eyes all glazed over and lips glossy.

your hands grab his hair when he pushes another finger in with his tongue back on your clit.

a chorus of moans and whimpers fall from your pretty pouty lips as he spreads the fingers to prepare you for his fucking nightmare of a cock.

you can never really walk straight the morning after he goes hard hard and thats just how he likes it.

"sh-shayy." a less than silent moan slips out as you quickly approach the point of no return. shane doesn't falter, working you there but, at the final moment, just as you feel the knot in your stomach begin to untwist-

he stops. pulls away completely.

the whine that leaves you is ungodly, chastising the ass that is your husband for withholding your climax.

a smirk plays at shane's lips as he teases you with a quick tongue poking out.

"not so nice now 's it, darlin"

you pout as he pats the bed for you to get into doggy, you comply with a shake of your hips. of course he hits your ass with a teasing slap.

shane shifts up to align his cock with your soft n supple pussy, knowing full well there's no way you could be ready for something basically the size of your fist.

"deep breaths, darlin"

"real cute. ya think 'll need ta prep for your pretty lil thing"

but then he pushes in and you eat your own words, hissing sharply at the sheer size your poor cunt has to fit.

"super cute hm?" his voice, though teasing, is thick with arousal, already feeling it from just having the tip in.

you shake your head, tears forming in your crystal eyes.

"breathe, darlin, you know 'll help"

and this time you listen, no smartass quip coming to mind as he strokes your cheek softly and whispers gently.

you take a deep breath in, breath out. in. out.

he pushes into you a little more with each breath and you clench hard when he leans down to your ear, "mm, 'at's my good girl." which doesn't at all help the case.

by the time he's pressed himself all the way in, you've started to lose yourself in the pleasure, moaning as he pulls out and presses back into you, the pain now adding to the enjoyment.

his even thrusts hitting something deep in your soul as he aims for the spot he's memorised.

"shay yer an actual ass mmm fuck meee."

"already am, doll." and he hits the spot again just as hard.

your face smooshed into the pillow decides it wants to be smooshed into him instead.

"shayyy, miss youuuu." and he know exactly what that means, pulling out of you with a heavy breath, the feeling of your pussy lips on his hard-on fuckin magical.

"fuck me darlin yer so sexy"

"already am!" you quip as he turns you onto your back with endearment in his eyes.

he presses into your soft n squishy pussy again, wrapping your legs into a lock behind his back, "mm fuck darlin you feel so fuckin good for me, so tight for mee."

your stomach flutters and you push your head up to look at him with puppy eyes, a telltale sign that you want to be forced into your wooshy space.

he gives you a long kiss, slowly pressing into you as he does, before his hand lands on your neck, long fingers wrapping around n getting a good grip on you.

"ya sure darlin?"

you're slightly wavy already and you nod quickly, bearing your neck further for him.

shane had long since learned how to most safely choke a person, specially after multiple flings had asked him for it back in college.

your utmost trust in him made him swell with pride. he pushes into your throat and closes his fingers, holding a tight grip on your neck.

you feel it instantly, brain turning into slush as you lose yourself.

"1 to 10, doll?"

"17 million and 6" you giggle as he presses further into you.

shane peppers soft kisses on your face, as he get drunk on the scent of you. the sight of you. the feel yoba the feel of you.

"m lettin go, baby doll." you hum in acknowledgement, not quite present but also wholly so.

he scoops your legs onto his shoulders, pushing your legs into your chest as he picks up his pace, fucking into you like you're nothing but a doll.

he pushes in so deep that you feel him hitting at your fuckin cervix.

he feels it too, thrusting with a newfound fervour as a string of moans leaves you, sputtering through words to no avail.

he pushes and pulls. pushes and pulls. pushes-

fuck he's close.

shane picks up his pace, as if possessed by a hound on heat, thrusting into your sore pussy, and hitting every bloody spot. you feel the knot coil in your core as he presses into you.

"c-cum. sh-shay i gotta. im gonna. shayyyy!" he hums , going ever faster as he approaches his own high.

dark spits fill your vision as you finally climax with an almost animalistic howl, cunt putting shane in a vice grip.

he presses into you a few more times before cumming himself, painting your insides white with his release. he continues to sputter into you, draining his balls into your pretty lips.

least you could do after bullying him so much today.

shane collapses onto you when he starts to come down from his high, cock plugging you, acting as the only barrier between you and a completely soaked bed.

shane uses sheer strength to turn the two of you so you're laying on his pudgy tum, super comfy as you cuddle into his arms.

"sh-shay. love you"

shane presses kisses onto your forehead, "next time 'll mark up yer pretty skin, love."

"please do."

a soft chuckle slips past his lips as he pets your pretty hair, and nuzzles into you.

"mine."

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