Can you write a fic where Shane Walsh has a crush on reader and ends up relieving her(your choice could be fingering,fucking idc) and makes her squirt?
"stress relief" - shane walsh x f!reader
summary: shane notices how stressed you are and helps by fucking you during a supply run :)
warnings: dom!shane, rough sex, choking, squirt, walkers, anger.
note: thank you for the request, it’s my first one! i really liked it, i miss shane so much :(
your stomach rumbles as you clean your gun, bored and nervous; you've been looking for food on the supply runs for days, but you haven't found anything edible.
the environment in the group is tense, there are some fights lately with rick and the others, and hunger doesn't help. you feel pretty useless, and you think about how you can help. you have no close friends, you are silent but you have always been available to the group and everyone appreciates it.
almost everyone tends to ignore you: daryl is always hunting and grumpy with others, rick is often busy; there is a man, shane, who tends to be on his own.
you have seen him oppose decisions, argue, and you don't know him well but you respect his determination, he knows his stuff; sometimes, when you are near the fire, at night and alone, he sits next to you but he doesn't say anything, he just looks at you, thinking.
during the missions, you get along well, you have the same survival strategy and you are both good with weapons, but beyond the few words and the looks, there was nothing else. he's older than you, certainly at least ten years old, but you've always found him interesting... and cute.
trying to make yourself useful, you take the last two fish, caught yesterday by shane with a makeshift fishing rod, and put them on branches to cook them on the fire. lost in your thoughts, you do not realize that you have placed them too close to the flames and after a few minutes they catch fire.
you swear, angry, the last food gone to waste. everyone stops what they are doing, they looks at you, understanding the accident but pissed off about the food. you kick a nearby log to let off steam, you made the situation worse.
You run your hands on your forehead trying to compose yourself, shane looks at you seriously, maybe you seem to see concern in his eyes.
"I'm going to look for food." you say taking the car keys.
"alone it's dangerous, and it's late, soon it will be dark" rick approaches you, sighing.
"you're not my fucking father rick, don't treat me like a child."
you say too coldly, you are not mad at rick with you feel like your head is going to explode.
rick looks at you sadly, but he nods, and you enter the car in the driver seat; while you turn the key, the door of the car gets opened and shane sits on the passenger seat.
you ask him annoyed, tired, you don't even want to talk.
"i'm coming with you. -before you can reply, he looks at you darkly- i have things to do, i'm not coming to be your god-damn babysitter."
you sigh, starting to drive the car to some places that have not been checked yet on your run supplies.
the trip is silent, your hands hold the steering wheel tightly, you feel so many emotions inside you that they would like to go out but you hate showing yourself vulnerable, so you just drive staring at the road.
shane looks like he's having fun, with a little smirk on his face.
"what the fuck is wrong with you? do you think i'm funny? that this is funny?"
you almost yell, even if you don't want to; he keeps looking at you, he runs a finger on his lower lip.
"i like when you're mad."
you look at him confused, not understanding, "what ..?"
"i mean, you've been all nervous for days, with your quick footsteps and your frown... i like when you show your kick-ass side, walking in the campus without even give a single look to all the boys that will literally kill for one single touch of your. -he gives you a little dirty smile- we live in a fucking apocalypse, we have tough days but you don't have to blame yourself. -his eyes are getting sweeter now- you should let yourself go, and I know one thing that could make you feel better..."
his voice is lower now, his eyes go down and pass from your eyes to your body. you are speakless, analyzing his words too quickly in your head. what does he mean?
“i- i don’t...” you try to find something to say as your cheeks turns pink; you realize that you have been arrived to the house so you stop the car, going out without saying anything else, a little too clumsy.
he follows you into the home, carefull for the walkers that may be in.
“i’ve been watching you lately, always on your own.. so mysterious -he easily kill a walker that was approcing you from the other room, you do the same and some drops of blood come on your cheek, he gets closer and put an hand on your cheek, cleaning the blood with his thumb- walking with that tight shorts that you always wear like they did nothing to us men, to me...”
he sigh, looking at your lips. you are enchanted, mouth half open, legs feels weak.
“tell me you don’t want this, i’ll stop”
he says it like a last warning, trying desperately to contain himself.
“i want it..” with a tired moan, you admit; he throws himself on your lips, kissing you, as if you were his source of air. oh, he waited so long for this. he caresses your hips with his big hands, but after a few seconds he moves away; you moan, but he holds you close and takes you by the hand, walking into the house, holding you behind him and ready to kill other walkers. after making sure that the house is free, he picks you up with ease.
"baby, I'll make you feel good. Do you trust me?”
you nod, and he kisses you, leaning you on the table of the kitchen; he gets between your legs as he quickly takes off his shirt: his muscles are perfect, strong, and you touch them with eyes full of lust.
“god, i haven’t done this in a long time”
you say a little bit scared to disappoint him.
“me too baby, i don’t care. -he cups your breast after taking off your shirt, admring you- god, you’re perfect.”
he takes your nipples in his mouth, god, it feels like heaven, his tongue twisting, biting. his touch is rough and needy, you already know that you’ll miss it.
he groans and he kneels on the floor, as if he was worshiping you. he looks at you and then tears off your shorts, looking at your glimmering cunt.
he moans at the sight, and holding your thighs open with his hands he starts licking you hard. you arch your back, finally feeling your body relax under his touch. your hands slide into his hair, pushing him into your aching pussy even more.
“shane -you moan- don’t stop, please, it’s so good”
“i got you baby. i’m here.”
he whispers without detaching his lips from you, alternating between your clit and your opening. you feel your juice running down your tights, your walls clenching around nothing, it’s too much.
“please! shane fuck me!” you cru out, desperate.
shane stands up, stopping for a few seconds, intoxicated by your taste and your moans; he quickly lines up to your entrance, collectiong the juice with the tip of his cock.
“you’re so cute. begging for my cock” my smiles proudly.
“god, don’t tease, please” you whine.
he nods and with a single push, he enters. god, you have never felt so full. a loud moan escapes your lips, he places a hand on your mouth and leans over your body, entering even more.
"ssh baby, you can't be heard.” he whispers as he starts to push himself deeper. it’s not long and he is thrusting into you mercilessly, keeping your legs wide apart with the weight of his body. the other free hand wraps around your neck, squeezing just enough to make you feel that indescribable pleasure, given by the lack of oxygen.
you’re a moaning mess, you can’t think anymore. he loves to see you like this, he imagined it many times, alone, in the shower.
you wrap your little hands around his wrist, if it weren't for his hand on your mouth you'd be screaming. his thrusts become more erratic, from his gaze and his breath you understand that he is near.
you feel too the knot in the stomach approaching, but it’s different, more intense. the pleasure is too much, then you hear a watery noise and you can't move even if you want to: you're already squirting on shane’s cock.
with open eyes shane looks where your bodies meets, tightening his hand around you neck.
"holy shit... fuck me..."
he whispers pushing even harder, trying to make room inside of your clenched pussy, and spilling ropes of his hot cum inside you.
you both catch your breath slowly, ke takes your hands off your mouth and your neck, tomorrow there will be bruises.
“fuck, that was hot. -he smiles- i will make you stressed more often”
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