cw: mean!shane, age gap, slapping, bj, degrading kink.
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you went back to shane again. no matter the last time you spent with him always ended up hurting your feelings.
but the hurt is temporary, your aching to be close with him is permanent. he makes you feel like the way none of those guys your age would ever understand.
you feel safe around shane, in his big arms that feels like home. and you crave his attention, the adrenaline of seeking him out in the woods is like being hunted by him. you love it and you need him more than air to breathe.
"saw you from where i was hunting the deer. always coming back here don't you, bambi?" he climbs off from his quad bike and takes off his gloves as he walks toward the tent.
you sit comfortably on the log, taking a sip of the gross beer in your hand. "why not?"
"why not?" he scoffs like he's mocking you, wiping his hands clean before coming to your spot and snatching the beer can. "what, you don't have a life there in the town? wild ain't good for a girl like you."
"i like it here." you look up at him as he drinks and he raises his brow at you. "here or me?"
"yeah... uh, you." you shrug and he shakes his head, nudging your knee to make you scoot over so he can sit next to you. "you couldn't find someone better? m' too old for you bambi."
"doesn't matter." you mumble and he exhales before taking another sip of his beer.
"stupid girl, that's what you are."
you could cry at the insult and maybe he's right, you really are stupid. but you like how he treats you mean and it makes you wet just to think about it. you lower your gaze from him and fidgeting with your nails.
and shane isn't blind, he knows you well enough to notice the signs of how worked up you are, it gives him too much pride for his self confidence.
he takes a rough swig of his beer and stands up again, tossing the can into the trash bag before stepping in front of you.
"can't even hide it can you, bambi?" he taunts, bringing a hand to squeeze your cheeks. "if that's what you want."
he drops his hand and starts unbuckling his belt, your eyes follow his movement with a thump in your heart. the next he unzips his pants and lets his cock free, he grunts as it still half hard.
"open up, c'mon." he says while giving his cock a few strokes before leaning forward to put it into your mouth.
your mouth opens wide, eyes blinking up at him as he fucks your mouth. his hand slides through your hair and gives it a slight tug to control his thrust.
"ah, shit." he grunts, head tilting back exposing his sharp jaw and neck. you whimper at the sight, feeling yourself getting even more soaked.
the whimper sends him groaning at the vibration against his sensitive cock and he doesn't like that. he looks down at you as he thrusts himself deeper into your mouth and makes you gag. "you love to ruin the moment, don't you?" he snarls with his deep voice, pulling out from your mouth.
you cough full of spit, tears running down your face. "sh-shane..m' sor—"
he cuts you off with a hard slap on your cheek and cups your chin roughly after.
"quit apologizin' you stupid girl." he says, your cheek still stings and the tears still flowing but you look up at him so sweet like a good girl that his dick twitch painfully.
"fuck, bambi. look at what you do to me." he growls and manhandles you without a second thought, pulling you up to stand on your wobbly feet then bending you over against the nearby tree.
he quickly hikes your dress up to your waist and pulls your soaked panties to the side before he pushes deep inside your sweet tight pussy.
you let out a broken moan as he bottoms out hard that it nearly taking your breath away. his big hands squeeze your hips tight as his body trapping you from behind, keeping up with the punishing pace he always gives you.
"this what you want, huh?" he mutters behind you. "yeah, no shit. you always come back here 'cause no boys ever fuck you like i do, that it?"
he is so full of himself—so are you right now—but he's not wrong though, shane is different kind of thing you prefer to call forbidden. a sweet forbidden sin you'd rather keep to yourself.
your hips start to twitch and you brace yourself against the tree as your knees give out. "shane..."
"fuck-hey, hey." he pulls you up to his chest as you almost fall to the ground, still thrusting into you until you reach your climax with a shuddered whine.
it crashes down on him so fast that he almost spills inside of you, hell christ above knows he wants it but he doesn't want anymore trouble coming into his life.
