Getting upset at mean!shane and not coming to see him for over a week and even starting to see a guy from town until he drags you to his tent again with full intention of breeding and babytrapping! You he’s so feral and unhinged I need him. 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
mother of christ anon what have you done now im nervous :/ hope this meets your expectations lol
you've been feeling upset with shane since he ignored you that time you went to his tent, always busying himself with hunting and dealing with drugs.
you wanted his attention as he's the one who can handle you all the time, the one who understands what you need. but here he was, acting like a dickhead and pretending you don't exist at all.
whenever you tried to get his attention, he'd dismiss it immediately. "i'm fuckin' working right now," he said the other time when he was packing his drugs into a duffle bag. "jesus christ, girl, can you stop your whinin'?"
it finally tested your patience when one time you went back to his tent after a rainy day, all wet and soaked, sitting down on the edge of his cot until he returned from work with how he had been in a bad mood these days.
he tsked when he looked at you, taking off his glasses and neck gaiter.
"the hell you doin' here? you ruined my bed." he crouched down, shoving your soaked body to the side.
"shane, i'm cold." you hugged yourself while he just kicked off his boots.
"fuck i care 'bout ? go change into something else. 'm tired as hell today. workin' my ass off while they try to cut my paycheck." he scoffed and laid back, raising his hands over his head.
and that was the last time he saw you. it's been a week since then, you haven't come to the tent again. what the hell is wrong with you?
he still blamed you for that until he went out to the town for drink, then saw you making out with some stupid looking guy at the bar's parking lot.
he slammed the door of his old pickup truck and made his way to you.
"the hell you doin'?" he said, making your date jump and pull away from you.
"sir—" "shane!" the both of you reacted at the same time.
"get the hell away from her." he didn't let either of you finish and just pulled you into his chest.
your date stared at you ridiculously then walked away inside the bar, muttering some insults like, "crazy old man."
shane dragged you toward his truck, then slammed you against the door.
"what the fuck, shane?!" you yelled at him as your back hit the door.
"what? you want my attention so bad you slut yourself out when you didn't get what you wanted? that it?" he spat, resting his hands beside your head against the door.
"that's 'cause im busy, bambi. don't you know how a real man works?" he cupped your face, tilting your head to look up at him while your eyes glistened with tears. "ain't those stupid boys understand how to treat you right."
"get inside." he growled and opened the door, pushing you inside the truck before slamming the door closed .
by the time he walked you back to his tent without a gentle care, he shoved you inside and pushed you down onto the cot.
"fuckin' piece of work." he grunted and unbuckled his belt while you squirmed. "shane-"
"quit it." he gripped your hips hard. "you been wanting my attention now you run when you get it?" he spread your legs, then started to penetrate your slick pussy in one push.
"christ." he closed his eyes when he felt that warmth inside your walls, clenching around him as the stretch burned.
"sh-shane," you breathed, lips parted as he fucked into you harder than he's ever let you adjust.
"been beggin' for weeks now you gotta take it, baby." he buried his face into your neck and kissed you there while continuing to pound into you.
your head spun at the feeling of him, the way his body blocked the entire tent on top of you, his breath against the skin of your neck, and the roughness of his hands gripping your thighs open.
you whimpered, almost blacking out at the overwhelming sensations, and he noticed that.
"fuck," he pulled away from your neck and cupped your face roughly to shake your eyes open. "c'mon girl, don't you knock out on me."
you blinked your eyes open, fingers fisting the sleeves of his flannel.
"yeah, just keep holding onto me." he grunted and got into his pace again. "thattss it, fuck-"
his mind flashed back to where you kissed that guy earlier, pace getting harder at the thought of losing you to some stupid guy.
once you let out that long broken whine he liked when ruining you completely, his dick worked harder until he pumped you full of his cum .
he didn't flinch when you panicked and punched him away.
"shane! shane, wait! shane, you just-" you squirmed away from him, but he gripped your hips tighter, brows frowning in concentration. "ah-ah, shh."
he grunted louder as he pumped his last cum inside you, prints on your hips as his head fell back.
"fuckin' fuck, " he breathed, then looked down at you once his soul returned.
"gonna keep you full and swollen with my baby, alright? nobody else touchin' what's mine."