man if i had a dime for every time a jb character grunted some sort of sexy variation of get over here or c'mere and pulled a lady onto his lap to fuck 'em, i'd have exactly 2 dimes but still, damn
im so tipsy rn but all i can think about is how sweet and understanding frank castle would be with you just letting you talk away if you were angry, or how sweet he would be in general ugh
Summary: The annual Grimes family barbecue results in your dad’s best friend fucking you in the bathroom.
Warnings/Tags: smut with no plot, dbf!shane, grimes!reader, bunny!reader, dom!shane, female reader (she/her) with female anatomy, hair pulling, unprotected p in v sex, fingering, dacryphilia, degradation, BIG age-gap (reader is a college student), no outbreak!au, established relationship, no use of Y/N
Word count: 2.7k words
A/N: This is the expanded version of my drabble “Hush, bunny.” I had never written for Shane before, but I am very happy that you all seem to enjoy how I write dbf!shane. I mainly kept the dialogue and kinks from that drabble, so consider this the fleshed-out edition. I’m a fictional age gap enthusiast, so I had to write the most common trope, which is the Fourth of July barbecue. The end/bbq bit is rushed because I was nerfed by a headache, so I apologize for that!!
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You could hear the rumbling of Shane’s truck engine through your bedroom window, and you rolled your eyes. Everything about your father’s best friend was loud. The two of you hadn’t spoken since he drunkenly took your virginity, and you were still unsure of how to feel about him. There was no denying that you’d fallen for him. The question was whether or not he felt the same.
As you continued applying your mascara, you remembered the way your tears had left black streaks on his sheets and had to pause. Shane had been living rent-free in your brain for the past week. He’d been permeating your thoughts before then, but this was different. In the past, it had just been fantasies; now it was memories.
Adding to your torture, Shane had entered the house, and you could hear him laughing with your father downstairs. Part of you felt guilty about what the two of you had done. How would Rick feel if he knew what kind of man his best friend was? What kind of girl his daughter was? You pushed the thoughts from your head and refocused your attention on getting ready. That was something that you could control.
You took a deep breath and started fixing your hair. Parting it down the middle, you tied off the two sections into even pigtails. It was the Fourth of July, so you wrapped two white ribbons around the hair ties to make little bows. Your hair and makeup were finished, which meant that it was time to get dressed. You walked over to your closet and browsed your options. The second your eyes landed on your miniskirt, you froze. The image of Shane hiking it up as he fucked you on his bed flashed in your mind.
The sound of him animatedly telling a story downstairs interrupted your thoughts, and you groaned. You had to drown him out somehow. Maybe music would help? You grabbed your phone and connected it to the speaker on your desk. Bruce Springsteen started blaring, and it was at the perfect volume.
Satisfied with your choice of music, you turned back to your closet and started rifling through your options again. You couldn’t help but think about what outfit your father would loathe the most. Lori was here, so she’d stop him from getting too upset. You intended on using this to your advantage.
After what felt like ages, you finally settled on a red babydoll dress that would be paired with your cowboy boots. Underneath the dress, you’d be wearing a lacy white bra with a matching thong. Your mind drifted to picturing Shane’s reaction to the outfit, but you quickly got back on track. You were in the midst of dressing yourself when “Glory Days” started blasting. Little did you know that this would attract your dad’s best friend.
Shane had been using the upstairs bathroom when he had heard the song start. The man loved Bruce Springsteen, so naturally, he went looking for where the music was coming from. As he wandered the hallway, he realized that it was coming from your bedroom. Instead of doing the respectful thing and knocking, he waltzed right in.
As soon as the door swung open, you looked up and made a shocked sound when you saw Shane. You were about to tell him off when he closed the door behind himself and shushed you. The man had a lot of nerve, and he smirked as he spoke.
“Easy, bunny. It’s just me.”
“You need to knock.”
Despite glaring at him, you didn’t tell him to leave, and you finished pulling your dress up. He’d conveniently barged in while you were dressing. Shane’s eyes roamed your body and a cocky grin spread across his face when he saw that you were blushing. He was already being an ass today, so he had to tease you.
“You look real nice, sweetheart. Those new panties?”
“Oh, fuck off.”
Your words were biting in a way that he hadn’t expected. Shit, you must still be upset about how he handled the drunken hookup. Shane would never admit it, but he hated the thought of you being angry with him. He turned up the charm and gave an earnest apology.
“Hey, I get it if you’re still mad at me. I shouldn’t have handled things like that. You deserve better than that.”
In all the years he’d been a part of your family’s life, you could count on one hand the number of apologies that you’d heard from Shane. You took a second before deciding to believe him. It might come to bite you in the ass later, but it was worth it for now. You sighed and nodded.
“Okay. Thank you.”
“Thank you? That’s all I get?”
Of course, he’d gone right back to teasing you. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. He was really testing your patience. After a moment of staring at him and waiting for him to elaborate, you groaned.
“What were you expecting? Us to kiss and make up?”
“I mean, would you say no?”
Now, that was a good question. You exhaled heavily and looked him over. Shane managed to make a plain white t-shirt and blue jeans look enticing. Naturally, your attention boosted his ego, and he teased you again.
“Yeah. That’s my answer.”
Before you could come up with a witty response, Shane crossed the room and pulled you in by the waist. He kissed you with such force that it made your head spin. Your lips met his with equal hunger, and you leaned into him. His hands explored your body before settling on your thighs, and one started to slip up past your panties. You let him feel you for a moment before trying to reason with him.
“Shane, my family’s downstairs. Right beneath us.”
Shane took this as his opportunity to kiss your neck, and he attempted to leave a mark. You were quick to interrupt that. Rick was already going to be pissed about your outfit; you didn’t need to deal with an unexplainable hickey. Your voice was firm when you spoke again.
“What the fuck? Are you trying to get me in trouble?”
“Oh, c’mon, bunny. It’s not a big deal.”
In disbelief, you stared at Shane and rested a hand on your hip. He was the one who’d been evasive out of the fear of being caught. He’s the one who had been guilty and was taking it out on you. Now, he wanted to mark you up? No fucking way. You groaned and shook your head.
“Stop it. We can kiss, fuck, or whatever, but you don’t get to mark me like I belong to you. I don’t.”
This stubborn, almost bratty side of you wasn’t something that Shane was familiar with. To his surprise, your obstinance made his cock strain against the denim of his jeans. He really had **to fuck you now. His tone was oozing with arousal and possessiveness when he spoke again.
“Yeah? I’ll show you who you fuckin’ belong to. C’mon.”
You should’ve known that your opposition was bound to make Shane snap, but it had happened sooner than expected. To be fair, you’d been dreaming of having him inside of you again. You were about to get what you wanted. Opening the bedroom door, he checked that the hallway was empty and pulled you into the nearby bathroom. In his mind, this was a little less obvious, and you weren’t going to object.
He’d barely locked the door before spinning you around and pressing you against the countertop. Shane’s movements were hurried, and it was clear that he was simply getting this out of his system. You’d examine how being used like this made you feel later. You were too wound up to care now. He took a moment to admire the way he’d bent you over and ran his finger along your spine. His voice was more reverent when he spoke again.
“Fuck, bunny. Look at you. Such a pretty girl.”
“You like the dress?”
“Yeah, sweetheart. Fits you well.”
Eager to feel your skin on his, he repositioned you and quickly pulled the dress over your head. Shane haphazardly tossed it to the side and groaned at the sight of you in that matching set. You knew exactly what you were doing when you put it on. He sighed and ran a hand down his face.
“Jesus. You wear that for me?”
“Yes.”
You answered a little too quickly, and your cheeks flushed a bright pink. Seeing you blush was the final straw for Shane. He spun you back around and stripped you of your underwear. His lips returned to your neck, but he was being gentler this time. Maybe he’d listen to your warning about the hickeys. He wasted no time in undoing his belt and tugging his jeans down along with his boxers. He gave you a quick warning as he aligned himself with your cunt.
“You can take me, baby. You did so good last time.”
With that, he snapped his hips forward and thrusted his cock deep inside of you. His large palm was clasped over your mouth, and he drove into you from behind. He set a frantic pace and reprimanded you when you tried to cry out.
“Shhh. We have to be quiet, bunny. Ain’t want your daddy to hear you, do we?”
Hearing Shane refer to your actual father as your ‘daddy’ and not himself, you felt a twinge of disappointment. It was quickly overcome by the pleasure rolling through you. You took a ragged breath and answered him; your voice was muffled.
“N-no, sir.”
“That’s what I thought. Keep those pretty lips sealed.”
He didn’t want you to speak, so you simply hummed in agreement. Shane’s free hand was holding you in place, while he continued to thrust his thick cock in and out of your cunt. He was trying to keep it down, but low grunts kept escaping from his throat. Finding his release, he didn’t wait for you to reach yours before roughly pulling out. You cried out in frustration, but a sharp tug to your hair made you stop. His voice was firm when he spoke again.
“Hush, bunny.”
You’d been expecting Shane to make you orgasm with his cunt, but he had other plans. He didn’t give you time to start whining before he roughly shoved two fingers into your cunt with his free hand. The other remained clamped over your mouth, and it muffled your cries. You leaned into his touch and started grinding against his hand. He mocked you as he worked.
“Look at how you’re ridin’ my hand. You’re so needy that it’s fuckin’ pathetic, y’know that?”
His words stung and tears pricked at your eyes. Against your will, they began to run down your cheeks, and they were tinged dark grey with your mascara. You were pleasantly surprised when Shane tipped your head back towards him and kissed away your tears. He was still being patronizing, but his tone had softened.
“You’re a needy little rabbit, ain’t you? My bunny. Say it back to me.”
Continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you, he moved his other hand away from your mouth and stared at you expectantly. You didn’t want to disappoint him, so you were quick to answer.
“All yours.”
“Need more than that. Repeat what I said.”
He was being impossible, and you whined softly, which earned another quick yank to your hair. You whimpered and wiped at your face. It took a moment before you were coherent enough to respond.
“I-I’m a needy little rabbit. I’m your bunny.”
“Yeah, you are. Good girl.”
Satisfied with your obedience, he gave extra attention to your clit and didn’t let up until you finally reached your peak. Your whole body shook as you came apart, and he steadied you by wrapping his arm around your waist. He held you until you caught your breath.
Shane waited until he was confident that you could stay upright before letting go and grabbing a nearby towel off of the rack. He wiped himself down first before attending to you. When he was cleaning your skin, his movements were uncharacteristically tender. You reveled in it before he pulled back and redressed his lower half.
You copied his actions and put your own clothes back on. Shane watched you and felt the familiar guilt blooming in his chest. You deserved so much more than a quick fuck in the bathroom, but he wasn’t sure that he could give it to you. The fact that he was best friends with your father and he was significantly older than you further complicated the matter.
For a second, one foolish second, he allowed himself to picture a future with you. What would it be like to come to you in his bed after a rough call? For once, that thought was less about a sexual encounter and more about the intimacy of you seeing him on a bad day. He quickly shook the thought from his head and cleared his throat. You startled slightly when he spoke suddenly.
“Clean up your makeup and come out back with everyone.”
He didn’t give you time to respond before turning on his heel and leaving the bathroom. What the fuck? You still weren’t used to the way he’d emotionally shut down after sex. This time, you didn’t cry and instead did what he asked.
By the time you’d gone back to your room, Shane had already made it down the stairs and out to the backyard. Your father, your stepmother, and half-brother were outside waiting for him. Rick was too focused on grilling a rack of ribs to question where his best friend and daughter had been for the past several minutes. To his knowledge, you’d been getting ready in your room while Shane hung out in the living room. That wouldn’t be entirely out of the norm.
Lori, on the other hand, was suspicious. Her concern grew when you strolled out to join everyone and she saw the outfit you were wearing. The dress was far shorter than what Rick would’ve accepted, and it was more wrinkled than she remembered. She didn’t want to rock the boat, so she stored this information away for later.
When Rick saw what you were wearing, he cursed beneath his breath and shook his head. He wanted to give you a proper lecture on how you presented yourself to guests, but more people were starting to trickle in. He had to make a comment, though. Thankfully, he waited until you were closer and he could be sure that only you would hear him.
“Y’know how I feel about that dress.”
“Ain’t a child, Rick. I can wear a fuckin’ dress.”
Your attitude was infuriating, but Rick wasn’t in the mood to argue. He huffed and chewed at his lower lip. Tensions between the two of you had been high since he married Lori, and he hadn’t had the time to try and repair things. Besides, you were an adult now. At least, that was his excuse for not making an effort.
It was a bit juvenile, but you had to admit that you were amused by your father’s reaction. Shane was nursing a beer, sprawled out on a lawn chair, and listening to Carl ramble about his most recent little league game. You were going to have to find someone else to talk to. Looking around, you saw Beth standing beside Maggie, and you walked over to talk to her.
The Greenes had been friends of your family for years now, and Beth was closest to your age. You still had a few years on her, but the two of you got along well. As soon as she saw you walking over, her face lit up and she called out your name. You grinned and responded.
“Beth, how have you been? I haven’t seen you since I went off to school.”
“I’ve been super busy. I got a job at the local market, and Daddy’s started lettin’ me help with the animals at his clinic.”
“Really? How much are you makin’?”
The two of you went on to catch up until the food was ready. The rest of the evening was filled with conversation, good food, and an abundance of company. You and Shane kept meeting each other’s eyes, but the two of you stayed a safe distance apart. Neither of you was eager to invite any speculation.
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