chat i have been so burnt out like the struggle is real idk how im going to survive the rest of the semester
oh to have shane take care of me...
(i wrote this completely exhausted so forgive me if it's janky lol)
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Tired.
You’re just so tired.
You didn’t even bother putting on your sweatpants when you got home, you just immediately flopped on your bed and laid there for who knows how long. Your head ached with a familiar dull throb, probably because you haven’t had a sip of water all day. Or food. Your stomach was gurgling trying to remind you that you haven’t eaten but you couldn’t find any strength to pull yourself up.
You didn’t even notice when the bed dipped beside you, and a hand very softly started to rub up and down your back.
“...Long day?” Shane muttered, his voice low and gravely.
You grunt in response, words feeling like too much at the moment.
A ball of anxiety tightens Shane’s stomach as he looks at you with worried eyes. He’s had days like this, he knows them well. He didn’t like seeing you go through it, but he understood the feeling.
“Have you eaten?” He asks quietly, already knowing the answer.
“No.” You mumble, not even lifting your head which only makes that ball of anxiety tighter.
Shane sat there for a moment, eyebrows furrowed in concern. He wasn’t really sure how to comfort you, he’s never been the best at words. But you’ve been there for him, hell, you hauled his drunk ass all the way to the clinic in the rain. He wanted to be there for you too, to help you in the ways that you’ve helped him.
“Darlin’” he muttered quietly, very gently rubbing his thumb in circles on your shoulder. “I’ll make dinner, yeah? Your favorite?”
“Mhm,” you mutter, tilting your head to look at him. His eyes looked soft in the glow of the lamp light. “I don’t know if I can get up to eat.” You sigh, pressing your cheek into the mattress.
“I can bring it to you, darlin’.” He says, sounding so patient.
You think on it for a moment. “I don’t want to get the bed dirty.” You mutter but it sounds weak coming from your mouth.
“I can wash the sheets if you make a mess.”
“I haven’t even changed yet.”
“That’s alright.”
You stare at him for a few moments. “I feel gross.” You admit weakly.
“Need help washin’ up?” He asks, completely earnest.
A weak laugh escapes you. “Are you serious?”
“‘Course I am.” He says immediately, “Takes a lot to gross me out darlin’.”
You smile a little, the first time all day.
“There she is,” Shane mutters quietly, nothing but adoration on his face.
You hold out a hand, and he takes it, helping you sit up on the bed. “Thanks honey,” you mutter, letting yourself lean against him as he helps you up.
“‘Course.” He says, his lips pressing against your temple. “Love you.” He says in a soft whisper, but you hear it loud and clear as always.
“Love you too.”
summary; shane had showed you real pleasure. but now she was just a mere ghost, haunting you.
cw; +18 content! minors dni!!!, heavy use of drugs and alcohol, hookups (r has sex with another girl), fighting, teasing, tension!!, groping, piercings, tit playing, nipple sucking (both receiving), kinda switch shane but goes back to being dom, oral sex! (shane receiving), hair pulling (both receiving), fingering (both receiving), hickeys, making out, dirty talking, praising, use of good girl, cum eating, choking (r receiving), orgasm delay (r receiving), scissoring, multiple orgasms, breeding kink??…
something you should’ve expected from shane mcutcheon was that she would run away. but against your better judgement you still had hopes that she wouldn’t. that this would have meant something. silly of you to think it would.
she had made you cum. she had fucked you. she had showed you what real pleasure felt like and then she had dipped.
left you there for you to drown in your thoughts. and in alcohol.
“woah, woah. take it easy.” your friend charlotte, from the group you’ve gone out partying, tried to stop you from taking another swing from your drink. of course, that was an uneasy task.
you hadn’t been this off tracks since your teenage years. you were drowning glass after glass of liquor, cups that men and women would buy for you. it was quite easy to let them…
even easier to fall into the arms of a beautiful woman with black wavy hair and caramel eyes. her hands were warm, not like shane’s ice cold ones, and her kisses were soft, not like shane’s, which had knocked your breath out of your lungs.
why were you still thinking about her?
she was beautiful. and kind. and seemed to really like you. and the coke she had offered you only made it all seem better.
you pushed her closer, kissed her harder, until her tongue was breaching your lips and her touch became rougher, grabbing at your ass and making you moan.
yes. this was what you needed.
“come with me.” you muttered against her lips, taking her hand and pulling from her towards the club’s bathrooms, which oddly enough were empty. you kissed her as you walked her into one of the cubicles, closing the door behind your back and locking it. you were high out of your mind. and so drunk everything looked like in a daydream. you two made out until your lungs were pleading for oxygen and she was getting on her knees, pushing up your dress and pulling aside you panties to dive in between your thighs. you sighed at the feeling of her tongue, your back pressed against one of the walls of the bathroom stalls. you were sure this wasn’t the first indecent act they’ve seen before. and as good as it felt… you couldn’t feel good. not when she sucked on your clit, or when her fingers pushed inside to fuck you open.
so after a while, you started to fake it. so it could just be over and you could get back to drinking. or maybe finally get home. who cares.
lucky enough your seemed to be good at faking your orgasm, ‘cause she was smiling against your lips once she had gotten back on her feet. “let me buy you another drink, hm?” she offered.
and once again, you couldn’t say no.
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you were absolutely and utterly fucked up. you couldn’t even walk straight. and if you could even think, you’d for sure wonder how were you even walking right now.
“come on, we’re almost there.” that sultry soft voice filled your ears.
oh yeah, maybe it was because of the gentle hands that kept you upright.
you looked at your right, and her greenish eyes were staring straight as you. you scoffed. “not you…” more like slurred.
of course it would be shane mccutcheon.
“what are you doing here?” you inquired her, feeling her touch burn your skin there where she held you.
“you’re fucked up.” she ignored you, and you laughed, shaking your head on a nod that had you feeling dizzy.
how she had found you? you had no idea. maybe it had to be with marina ferrer, her friend’s local that you had ended up on this late in the middle of the night, sniffing coke until you felt your nose would start bleeding. you couldn’t really take a moment to think about that possibility at that moment. not when she looked so good.
“how much did you take?” she asked, and you laughed, shrugging your shoulders as you let her wide you up the stairs of her house’s porch.
“not enough it seems.” ‘cause you’re still here, and i can’t stop thinking about you and it’s killing me. you could’ve said. but instead you silenced yourself, watching her slide the key in the lock and open the door for the two of you. “i was having fun. you ruined it.” you sighed, your blown out eyes squinting at the intensity of the lights she had just turned on.
“what, with that girl you were with?” you looked at her, and her face looked serious, deadly even.
“actually yeah.”
“you fucked her?”
you scoffed, looking at her with an incredulous face. “why the fuck do you care?”
“did you. fuck her.” she repeated, slower and you took a deep breath.
“yeah. i did.” you stared at her unchanging face, her strong façade. you wanted to punch it to pieces. why was she asking about this? she had fucked you. you were just one more stupid girl on her list. so why?
“what did she do?” her voice broke the silence after a beat, maybe two. the air was thick.
“what?”
“you heard me. what did she do to you?” you huffed.
“you’re unbelievable.” you shook your head.
“i’m the unbelievable one? you were so sad that you went off and fucked some girl at the club?”
“i guess i’m fucked up like that.” you shrugged and she sighed. “reminds me of someone i know.” you smirked.
“you’re a fucking kid.”
“oh yeah? well you didn’t mind me being a kid when you were eating me out.”
“jesus christ.” she muttered and you rolled your eyes.
“im too high for this shit.” you went ahead and tried to scurry yourself away from her but she was quick enough to stop you, her strong grip surrounding your wrist. you were closer than before. you could smell her stupidly attractive perfume, see the little lines that decorated her face, the freckles she’d gotten due to the numerous summers under the sun…
“but not high enough to get fucked?” she spat, and you looked at her with an incredulous face. “did it feel good? did she make you cum? did she make you feel like i did?” your lips were sealed as she pushed you against the wall, her breath mangling with yours.
“and what if she did?” you inquired, your eyes on hers, and she smirked, her tongue poking the inside of her cheek. you gasped at the sudden feeling of one of her hands sliding in between your thighs, her fingertips trailing over the wet patch on your panties, which she had managed to create in just a couple of minutes. she hadn’t even touched you, jesus christ.
“but did she?” you bit down on your lip, feeling the painful need of an orgasm that never came. “poor thing. of course not. no one can make you feel like i do, isn’t that right, doll?” you let out a sigh as you felt her fingers rub up and down your sticky folds, drenching the cloth of your underwear.
“fuck you.” you spat and she chuckled.
“you wish.” she muttered just centimeters away from your lips. you unconsciously chased after her when she brushed her plump lips against yours, gasping as her free hand came up to surround your neck and keep you in place. you shivered when she found the crook on your neck and made her way up to your ear. “but you’ve already got that other girl to do that, don’t you?” and just like that she let go of you, leaving the air surrounding you now empty and cold on her absence. “left a pillow and a blanket for you on the sofa.” that was the last thing she said before closing the door of her room behind her back, not even giving you a goodbye.
and you just knew by the way your head was starting to pound that you’d have a hell of a hangover tomorrow morning.
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next time you saw shane was while you were out partying. again. if you didn’t go out you’d be too deep into your head. it would mess you up. ‘cause you missed her. so fucking badly it was actually ripping you to pieces.
of course, it was a friday night. and you knew what that meant. you were at marina’s local, who welcomed you with a hug and a worried look on her face that you dismissed. she could see shane on your eyes, could feel her on your touch. she had branded you. and now you were following her steps. she just hoped history wouldn’t repeat itself this time.
“she’s here.” she muttered on your ear, more like a warning, a heads up. but you already knew that. shane indulged on a couple of drinks herself every friday. that’s why you’d come ready, on a tight black night dress that made your curves show and your tits almost overflow its cups. your heels were bloody red, just like your lips, and your eyes were smudged in black eyeliner, making them pop.
“thanks marina.” you gave her a sweet smile before wandering off into the crowd and perching yourself on the bar, asking for a couple of shots and a lemon vodka.
the alcohol burned your throat, warming up your body. by the time you threw yourself into the dancing crowd you could feel her eyes on you. you were the center of attention. you looked good, and you knew it. you talked and laughed, and danced with girls and boys until your feet hurt.
you didn’t know how many drinks you’ve had, but you felt lethargic and euphoric. you could feel the music seeping into your skin and vibrating your soul. your hips moved to the rhythm of the song, your back arching as you played with your hair. you had everyone on a trance, like a siren calling for the sailors, menacing with their drowning. but who could help themself? shane surely couldn’t.
she hated her guts. for being drawn to you, to the light like a moth would. but her hands had found your hips, and your warmth ignited her skin on fire. you always did this. always hung in front of her like the perfect bait, the perfect sin. and she wanted to sink her teeth into you, so badly…
you sighed when you felt her touch. you knew it was her. you could know her by touch alone. how couldn’t you? you could breath her.
your back rested against her chest, her mouth on your neck.
“everyone’s looking at you.” she muttered, and you chuckled, one of your hands lacing on her hair when she left a soft kiss on your suple skin.
“i just want you.” you said. there was alcohol running through your veins. but there was something about shane. only her had the power to leave you completely sober but high at the same time. a mixture of impossibility that had you breathless and in need of more.
“you can’t keep playing with me.” one of her hands surrounded you to pull you closer, palm resting against your stomach, her crotch against your ass. your senses felt overstimulated by her. all you could feel was her, all you could smell was her, all you could think was her.
shane, shane, shane…
“i thought you liked the game. you know… the one in which you pretend you don’t want it as much as i do.” you muttered against her lips, your eyes meeting her green ones.
it was like a game of chess. one wrong move and the king could fall. but isn’t that what you wanted? what she wanted?
you pulled away from her, your hand taking the one that rested on your stomach as you stepped away from her touch.
“what’s your move, shane?”
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“you drive me crazy.” she muttered against your lips, her hands newly on your hips, your back against the door of her house, which encapsulated the two of you in a game of tug and let go. “you don’t know what you do to me.” she whined, and you were pulling from the buttons on her shirt, simply pushing it over her head to leave her chest bare to your hungry eyes. she tilted her head back with a silent moan when your mouth found her sensitive nipples, sucking and teasing them with your fingers. “your father’s gonna kill us.” you hummed, looking up at her. the way you prettily tongued at her chest, how your doe eyes stared into her half-lidded ones, how your pink and plump lips surrounded her nipples… she was fucked.
“we’re already dead.” you muttered against her mouth as you pulled up your dress, getting rid of it to show her the lingerie you wore underneath.
shane groaned, pulling you from your neck to meet your tongue. you sighed in relief in her mouth, opening up for her own, moaning at the feeling of the kisses you swore took all your breath away.
the two of you gripped at each other as if you were drowning and you were each others life saver.
somehow, you made your way to her bedroom, your back arching at the wet kisses shane left on your neck and breasts, but her hands left your body as she fell back first onto her bed. you got onto your knees, and jesus, now shane could believe in god. she wetted her lips, her intense stare on you as you unbuttoned her jeans. you bit down on your bottom one as the zip lowered, looking at her as if you were begging. you didn’t have to. shane was rising her hips for you to pull down her pants and underwear down and off her legs. she felt blessed.
your mouth watered as you stared in between her thighs, she was soaked, and so fucking beautiful. your hands found her skin to spread her apart further and she sighed. there was no need to talk. your bodies did all the talking for you. and you owed her an orgasm.
her hand on your hair was the cue to dive in between her thighs.
“fuuuck.” she cursed at the feeling of your tongue. she already knew you could use it with your words, but this… “we really shouldn’t be doing this.” she said, but when you sucked on her clit, she only contradicted herself by pulling you closer against her core. “shit. don’t stop.” you moaned, your fingers digging on her flesh as you buried yourself impossibly closer in between her folds, lapping at her arousal in long strips and flicking your tongue against her puffy clit.
shane tasted heavenly. she was like a drug, the more you took the more you needed her. you pushed her legs over your shoulders for better accessibility as one of your hands made your way under your chin so your fingers could meet her entrance. her hips pushed against your touch, almost as if she was begging for you to touch her, to make her cum. and who were you to say no to her?
shane moaned when you thrusted your middle and ring finger into her pussy, her tight and warm slick walls squeezing your fingers in a heart-like rhythm. you needed to hear more of her like this. you could get high on it, maybe even cum as her pretty voice filled the room.
“fuck baby, yeah, just like that. so good. good girl.” she praised when you curled them to find that spongey spot that left her light-headed. your tongue toyed with her clit meanwhile, the stimulation driving her closer to her long awaited release.
you whimpered at her words, your cunt throbbing in need as you humped you own heels for some kind of friction.
“i’m gonna cum. gonna cum all over that pretty face of yours, fuck.” she gasped, her hips subconsciously thrusting against your fingers and tongue.
you got impatient, driven by the need to taste her on your tongue, curling your fingers faster, sucking on her clit harder, until you felt her hold on your hair tighten and her thighs tremble, a moan leaving her mouth as she fell apart, soaking your chin and lips and filling your mouth.
you hummed, fucking her through it until the very last drop of her cum had been drank. you let her go with a soft kiss to her clit, licking your fingers clean under her intense and hungry stare. shane sat up, guiding you up onto your feet, looking up at you with a desire that threatened with breaking your bones.
her eyes ranked up and down your body, still clad in lingerie. her hands found your waist, pulling you so close you ended up falling on her lap, her mouth on your chest and neck, sucking new bruises that you’d wear like a jewel.
“shane…” you whined, and she understood, one of her hands easily getting rid of the clasp of your bra, throwing it aside to suck on your tits and pierced nipples. “fuck…” you toyed with her brunette hair, tugging at her strands in pleasure, your hips thrusting against her own in need of release.
“want to fuck you so bad, baby.“ she groaned, one of her hands cupping your pussy over your panties, her fingers easily finding and playing with your clit.
“then do it. shit. fuck me, shane. fuck me.” you whined, and with that she was flipping you over and burying you on the sheets, practically ripping your panties off of you. her fingers didn’t wait to part your soaked lips. she grunted, burying her face on your neck.
“so fucking wet…” she almost whined, and your nails dug on her back.
“shane, please…” you begged. it hurt. it hurt so bad. this need you had for her, this hunger that only her could satiate…
“shh, i got you baby. i got you.” she promised, making you whimper and gasp as she thrusted her fingers inside of your welcoming and sopping cunt. “so warm and ready for me…”
your jaw fell slack as she plunged them deeper, her lips kissing the side of it. the squelches of your slick as she started moving them in and out of you making you blush.
“you hear her baby? so needy…” she muttered against your skin, her hips thrusting against your hand and making her fingers reach your cervix.
“shane!” you screamed at the roughness of her movements, the curling of her digits straight onto your g spot. your legs surrounded her hips to bring her closer.
“so fucking pretty screaming my name…” she sighed, her free hand coming up to surround and squeeze your neck.
“i’m not gonna last…” you cried out, the constant abuse on your g spot making you feel dizzy. the warmth of your upcoming orgasm expanding through your lower stomach.
“hold it. i want you to cum on my pussy.” she ordered, pulling away from you and pulling out her fingers from your gaping core. you cried out, feeling your release subsiding.
your watery eyes stared up at her as she made a quick work of positioning your legs and herself in between them. she held one of your own as she sunk down against your pussy, the feeling making the two of you moan and grunt.
“fuck. you feel so good…” she gasped, thrusting against you, making your clits catch and getting out a whimper from your chest.
“shane, shane, shane…” you chanted her name like a prayer to a god, your own hips twitching against hers for more friction. squelching sounds of your pussies gliding against the other filled the air, along with your moans and whimpers. “i can’t. can’t. i’m gonna cum!” you cried out, feeling with every hump your release growing closer.
“cum for me, let me see it fucking drip.” she grunted with a harsh thrust. and with that you were falling apart under her. your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave and drowning you in pleasure. “thaat’s it. good girl. good fucking girl.” she moaned. “fuck. you’re soaking my pussy so good baby. so fucking good.”
“shit. you’re gonna make me cum again. gonna make me cream your pussy. fuck, fuck, fuck. i’m gonna fill you up baby, im gonna-“
due to her recent orgasm she was sensitive. so fucking sensitive that with the sight of your pretty face cumming for her, and the moaning of her name falling from your lips brought her to her second orgasm of the night.
…
the king had fallen. and the game was over. or was it?
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a/n; this took so long to write omg😭. but i’m actually happy w it??? hope y’all enjoyed it❤️
warnings : 18+ smut | painful lack of communication | misunderstandings galore | dubcon in that you're both drunk and horny | mentions of rape? | much hurt/little comfort | afab reader?? | | mentions of self harm | no caps, literally |
a/n : "?" 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
w/c: 3.5k
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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 premeditated 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 rizzmodius 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 rizzmodius 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 in 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.
pls do music tastes for stardew valley bachelors🙏🙏
- someone you definitely don't know
Before we begin I want everyone to know I did see the requests for other fics/hcs and I’m working on them but it has been a little hard cuz of exams 😭 will have them finished as soon is I can
Not Harry styles or anything I think he would hate him
He probably listens to imagine dragons and rap music
He secretly listens to country music
His favorite songs are believer by imagine dragons and high hopes by panic! At the disco
He probably listens to pierce the veil secretly tbh
Emo music is his guilty pleasure
He listens to Eminem while he works out
He also probably doesn’t listen to music very often
Elliott
So obvious but classical music
Like if it has piano or violin he loves it
He also listens to opera
Like he won’t watch it but he likes hearing the voices
He has his music going when he’s writing or he’ll have it playing quietly while he does stuff in his shack
His guilty pleasure is EDM music
He swears he hates it and insists he’s a man of culture
But he does listen to EDM
Not very often tho
Harvey
I like to think he doesn’t really listen to music that often
But if he were to I think he would like smooth jazz
He has it playing quietly in his little hospital sometimes along with the elevator music that’s probably playing
He also listens to 80s rock music
Not very often tho
Usually just when combing his moustache or reading
Not really music but he also likes to listen to ocean noises
Usually only when he REALLY can’t sleep
Which isn’t very often
Sam
Rock music
Of course
He also probably listens to whatever music his own band makes
His favorite artists/bands are måneskin, Paramore, Ozzy Osbourne, and Metallica
He also listens to ABBA
His all time favorite song is dancing queen
He secretly listens to KPOP
Specifically the girl groups
But he totally fanboys over Felix from SKZ
Same
It’s not really a secret because I can guarantee Sebastian knows
He also tries singing along but he doesn’t know Korean so he just says gibberish and hopes it’s close
He also likes listening to whatever openings are from his favorite shows lol
Sebastian
My one true love
Listens to emo music duh
Jk he likes metal, rock, and nu metal
His favorite bands are being me the horizon, Pierce the veil, motionless in white, evanescence, and asking Alexandria
His favorite Song is dark passenger by motionless in white
He is not open to new music
He’s the typa guy to go “come on turn on something good instead of this trash” when you’re listening to anything that’s not within his music taste
He insists his music taste is better than everyone else’s
He doesn’t say it out loud, but when he sees someone in public wearing merch from one of the bands he likes, he really wants to ask them to name 3 songs
I still love him tbh
Late night K-POP karaoke with Sam
Shane
He listens to SoundCloud rappers
He doesn’t make any but he kinda wants to
His favorite band is Green day
His favorite song is Superman by Eminem
I feel like he would put in headphones on the way to work every morning and listen to music
Aside from that I don’t really feel like he listens to music that often
His guilty pleasure is country music
Claims it’s the worst thing he ever heard but secretly shazams any songs
Probably sits in silence with his own thoughts most of the time
Okay that’s it lmk if y’all want the bachelorettes lololol
synopsis: you’ve liked your dad’s best friend for a very long time. the time has come when you can finally have her.
cw;; +18 content! minors dni!! (i’ll hunt you down), shane is 34, reader is 18 in the first part of the fic, alcohol and drug consumption (coke and weed) (don’t do this guys!!!!), fighting, reader being mean, TENSIONNNN, puking, kissing, tattoos, piercings, teasing, praising, degradation, voyeurism (kinda), oral sex (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), cum eating, hair pulling…
you’ve had this silly little crush on your dad’s best friend since you were a teenager.
how could you not? she was beautiful, and successful and so fucking hot… she was unique. you’ve never met anyone quite like shane mccutcheon. so free.
it was innocent at first. you’d always want to spend time with her. she was the person you looked up to after all. she taught you how to skate from a a very early age. she always cut your hair when you’d need a fresh cut, and dyed it even though when she knew your dad would give her hell for it just because you wanted to (she would say sorry, but she wasn’t). she gave you your first tattoo when you turned 16 in a place where your father wouldn’t see. a hummingbird, just like hers. “my birthday present for you, kid” she had said. you could still remember the feeling of her fingertips on your thighs and waist as she tattooed your hipbone. you had tried so hard to not blush and squirm, her touch electrifying.
you could feel butterflies every time your friends would ask you about her in recess, well-known looks being shared when you’d blush. and your knees would go weak when you’d see her at the entrance of your high-school after class, waiting for you leaning against her car with her charming smile. “hey kid.” she’d mess up your hair with one of her ringed hands, hugging you close to her chest. you’d push her away, acting pissed off, when in reality all you wanted was to hug her closer and bury your face in the crook of her neck. she always smelled so nice…
but you couldn’t keep her too close ‘cause then you’d notice the hickeys on her neck, and all those butterflies would die.
your father had you at a very early age, having to raise you all by himself since your mother decided to run away and leave you. and shane had been there since the first second that she had met your father, along with the whole group, helping him push through.
so when you realized that what you felt for her was more than something platonic… your whole world came crashing down on your shoulders.
eighteen and in love with a woman twice your age… so you slowly started to drift away. you’d act busy. you’d started going out frequently, doing drugs, drinking alcohol… getting wasted and sleeping with a bunch of girls to try and forget her.
of course, she’d always find you.
“oh my god…” you groaned, turning around to face your friend with wobbly legs and your heart on your throat. “shane’s here.” you had just left the club, completely drunk out of your mind and with hickeys all over your chest and neck. you couldn’t let her see you like this. you didn’t want to see her.
“what? where?” your friend inquired and you pointed with your eyes to the side and to your back. “fuck. what do we do?”
“don’t let her see me. please, lucile.”
“okay, let’s…” but then she ducked her head, eyes shot open. “oh shit. shit. shit. she saw me.”
“fuck!” you whispered, and at the same time you heard shane’s voice coming from behind you, calling out for you. you tried to ignore her, tried to act as if she wasn’t you who she was looking for, but she wouldn’t give up.
“hey! i’m talking to you!” your whole world started spinning when you felt her hand on your shoulder, turning you around so you could face her. “do you have any idea how worried your dad is? we’ve been looking like crazy for you.” her voice sounded harsh, and she looked pissed. it was when she noticed that you weren’t looking at her, but instead hiding your eyes that she took your face with her free hand, making you face her. “fuck… you’re high?” your eyes were reddish and half lided, pupils dilated. your makeup ruined, gloss smushed. she looked at your clothes, completely out of place, bruises on your skin. “let’s go.” she grabbed onto your wrist to pull you along, but you fought her. she growled your name, slowly.
“i’m not going anywhere. i’m having fun.” you slurred, taking a swing of the bottle of alcohol on your hand. your vision was blurry, and your heart was beating too loud. “hey!” you whined when she took it from you and threw it aside, making the glass break. you whistled at her pissed off look. “somebody needs to have a little bit of fun…” you muttered.
“you’ve had enough, i’m taking you home.” her voice was stern, green eyes angry.
“you’re not my dad.” you said, and she smirked.
“yeah. thank god i’m not, ‘cause if he saw you like this, he’d kill you. move.” you rolled your eyes. “don’t be a brat with me. i’m not putting up with that shit. car, now.” she ordered, and you finally moved, walking towards her car.
you hadn’t shared a word on the whole way and you frowned when she kept going straight instead of taking a turn when the street of your neighborhood came to your view. she noticed. “i’m taking you to my house. can’t let your father see you like this.” your stomach jumped at the thought of being alone with her on her beautiful house. you could still remember how soft her bed was, how everything smelled of her. it was making you nervous. you didn’t want to be alone with her. not when she looked this good and you were this drunk and high.
she parked right outside, turning off the engine and getting out of the car. you followed her up the stairs and inside her home, groaning when she turned the lights on and it hit your eyes.
“fuck.”
“what did you take?” she inquired and you giggled.
“what did i not take?” she crossed her arms over her chest and you rolled your eyes. “i don’t know. some weed. cocaine…” she rose one of her hands to pinch the bridge of her nose.
“jesus christ. why the fuck would you do that! are you insane?”
“oh, don’t act as if you hadn’t done it before… we all know shane heart breaker mccutcheon’s reputation.” you scoffed, and she squinted at you.
“and now you want to follow my steps?”
“maybe i do.” you shrugged.
“you’re acting stupid.” she sighed.
“and you’re acting fucking annoying.” you retorted, grabbing at the sides of your head when it throbbed. “ugh you’re making my head hurt.” your legs wobbled and if it weren’t for shane grabbing you, you’d have probably fell onto the floor.
“woah. are you okay?” you shook your head.
“i think… i’m going to…” you clasped your mouth shut with one of your hands and shane’s eyes quickly shot open before she was hurriedly guiding you to the toilet. you fell on your knees, puking your guts out. she grabbed your hair on a make-shift ponytail to make sure that it wouldn’t get dirty. she rubbed your back with her free hand.
“it’s okay, let it go. that’s it.” you groaned, feeling your stomach hurt. you didn’t want her to touch you, not on this state, but at the same time, you just wanted to lean on her touch and forget about everything.
“sorry.” you apologized, not really sure about what, maybe everything. she hushed you.
“it’s okay. don’t worry about it, okay? let it all out.” after a couple of minutes, you felt your dizziness subside, although you were still pretty high. “stay here, alright? i’m gonna go for some clothes you can change into.” you nodded, resting against the cold wall as you took deep breaths.
“fuck.”
you were cringing at the thought of shane seeing you like this, a complete fucking mess, just when she came back to the bathroom with some clothes on her hands.
“come on. let’s get you up.” she offered you her help to get up, hands on your hips to stabilize you as you took off your heels. “do you need help with-“ you shook your head.
“i’m fine.”
“are you sure?”
“shane. i’m fine.” you repeated, harshly, and she nodded. she wanted to understand. if you were acting like this it had to be due to something.
“alright… i’ll… i’ll be outside if you need me.” she nodded, and left the bathroom.
you sighed, leaning on the counter. you looked at the pile of clothes she had left you, and you took them. they were soft, and just as you imagined, they smelled like her.
you pulled over your head your dress, feeling the cold of the bathroom slide into your bones. your skin rose in goosebumps when you slid her shirt on, feeling caged in her and at the same time so free… you were surrounded by shane. and you were ashamed of yourself. you were supposed to be getting over her, not thinking about how much you liked having her on you. you were deep in thought when she knocked on the door. you had already pulled up your legs the shorts she had lent you.
“you okay in there?” she inquired through the other side, and you opened up for her.
“do you have some makeup remover i could use?” you inquired her, shying away from her green deep eyes.
“oh, yeah.” she passed through you, pulling it from the drawers of the sink along with some cotton wipes.
“thank you.” you muttered when she handed it to you.
“no problem.”
there was this… awkward tension in between the two of you. shane didn’t know what to say. she had noticed how lately you’d gone off the rails, but she didn’t really know why. it was your last year of high school. maybe you were just trying to have fun before college…? she was just worried about you.
you took off your makeup, and she stood there with you, cautious in case you felt like getting sick again.
you were still pretty high, although the dizziness of the alcohol had disappeared once you’d gotten it out of your system. suddenly, you felt this knot in your throat. shit. not now.
“hey… are you…? what’s wrong?” you shook your head, wiping away the first tear that fell from your eyes.
“nothing.” you muttered, but she wasn’t having it.
“come on, something must be going on for you to be like this. talk to me, sweetheart.” she pulled you into her arms, rubbing your back as you hid on the crook of her neck. “hm?” she took your face in between her hands, thumbs caressing your cheeks.
“i love you.” you said, and she smiled.
“i love you too, kid.” you shook your head, interrupting her, your hands surrounding her wrists.
“i love you, shane.” she frowned, eyes shooting open in shock when she felt your lips on hers. your eyes were squeezed shut, heart beating harshly against your ribs. it was just a mere touch, two seconds of contact before she was softly pushing you away, breath fanning over your lips. your forehead collided with her chest. “i’m sorry.” you muttered, and shane hugged you, rubbing your back in soft circles. oh, sweet thoughtful shane.
“why don’t we get you in bed, hm?” she inquired, tenderly. she didn’t think too much of it. you were drunk, high and sad. this had all been a slip. a mistake. she had surely had many before. you nodded, and let her guide you to her bedroom. she always let you use her bed when you’d sleep over, using the sofa instead or sometimes sleeping with you when you were younger and would get scared.
“shane?” you inquired her as she made her way to the door.
“yeah?”
“do you think maybe…you could stay?”
she stood silent for a couple of seconds.
“yeah, sure.” she answered, and you moved to make some space for her. she laid on her back, and looked at you. “come here.” you got closer, and leaned on her chest, right above her heart, where you could hear her heartbeat. her hand laced on your hair, rubbing your scalp and brushing it for you to relax —something she has always done since you were little and helped you sleep—. you had to bite down on your lip and swallow your tears.
“good night, shane.” you whispered.
“good night, kid.” she answered.
the next morning. you were gone. and shane didn’t see you again.
-
4 years later…
“there’s my baby girl fresh out of college!!!” you chuckled at your dad’s excitement. you thanked the taxi driver who waved goodbye and started the car to drive away. “oh god, you’ve gotten so big!” you rolled your eyes, hugging him back as he squeezed you against his chest.
“dad… you saw me a couple of months ago!” you laughed and he grunted.
“kids grow so fast…” he sighed, shaking his head and you copied him, rolling your eyes. “come on! let’s get you inside!” he took your suitcase, pulling from it.
four years had passed since the last time you’d stepped on your city, even your house. that night after telling shane you’d loved her, you’d taken the offer one of your friends had given you to work for her during the summer in NY and left LA, later on having enrolled on the local college to continue your education. it was your dad who would come visit you on the holidays, since you’d promised yourself not to come back after you’d finally finished your degree to… disconnect. you needed change. needed to find yourself. and in reality, all of it was a simple excuse. you just needed to get away from shane. you couldn’t look her in the eyes after that night, couldn’t act as if nothing had happened and you hadn’t kissed her. couldn’t ignore the way your whole body had filled with euphoria and your stomach had blown up in butterflies.
so you ran. and did everything in your power to forget all about it. you had made new friends, met new people, dated, broke up, fucked, partied… you’d lived a brand new life away from her. and somehow…, it still felt like something was missing.
“dad… what’s all of this?” you inquired at the amount of snacks and beers decorating the isle of your kitchen. he guiltily smiled and you rose your eyebrows.
“i may of may have not invited some people to throw you a… comeback party?” you groaned.
“dad!”
“i know! but you know your aunt alice! she’s missed you so much… and angelica wouldn’t stop asking for you to bette and tina. so i thought that a little gathering wouldn’t kill anybody…” you sighed. “we’re just happy to have you back home, baby.”
you felt the itch. the need to ask about her. to say her name out loud after all this years. but you fought it.
“you’re right. i’m sorry. i’ve missed them too.” he hugged you again.
“why don’t you take a shower and get ready, hm? i’ll bring your luggage up your room for you. they’ll get here in an hour or so.” you nodded.
“okay. thanks dad.”
-
shane had been shocked to hear the drastic decision you’ve made in moving to new york. you’d packed and left the same day without even saying goodbye. she had tried calling you, of course she had. at least to try and get to know how you were doing over there in that immense city. but it’d always go straight to voice mail. your dad would tell her that it’s because you were real busy with school and your work. so she’d given you space. she had enough knowing through your father that you were alright. though she missed you. you were important for her. she adored you.
the years passed by quicker than she thought. she had taken over a couple of hair salons that now had her name, and sold her photography to great prices, giving her the chance to move to a better apartment. she hadn’t noticed the change that this years supposed for you ‘till she finally got to see you again, four years later.
you weren’t the same little teenager girl she once knew. you had grown up into this beautiful woman with radiant smile and vibrant eyes. you’d gotten a couple more tattoos, she could perfectly see the tramp stamp peeking from your low rise jeans, and outline the bars on your nipples though your tight top. jesus christ. when the hell had you gotten those?
you were wearing a beautiful lip gloss that made your lips pop, and black eyeshadow and waterline in your eyes. your nails were done in a deep shade of red, yet short.
shane had to take a deep breath when you finally noticed her, walking into your house as you took a beer from the kitchen. your dad and the group was outside by the pool, getting ready to eat some meat fresh out from the grill.
she looked good. why did she look so fucking good? and why was your heart going this crazy? for god’s sake, it had been four years already. you were sure you’d finally gotten it under control, but one look at her and those stupid butterflies were back, along with the memory of her soft lips and electrifying touch.
“well if it isn’t new york’s sweetheart…” she said as she finally reached you a smirk on her lips as she leaned on the isle, to what you scoffed. “it’s nice to see you, kid.” her voice was low, and silky. you wanted to groan. she sounded better than you remembered. but instead, you rolled your eyes, leaning on the other side of the isle to get closer.
“i’m not a kid anymore, shane.”
“yeah, i can see that.” she chuckled, eyes training on your body, eyeing you up and down when you turned around and asked:
“want a beer?”
“please.” you opened the fridge once again, bending over to get them from the last shelf, giving her the perfect view of your tattoo and ass. it read: heaven. “thanks.” she said when you handed it to her.
“no problem.” the two of you took a swing form the bottles, fresh beer spilling down your throat. somehow it didn’t help with how hot you were feeling.
“so tell me. how has new york treated you?” she inquired and you shrugged.
“it was alright. kinda busy with college.”
“oh yeah… as if college were everything you’ve been up to, huh?” she teased you, and you chuckled.
“what do you want to know, shane?” you squinted your eyes. “that the parties are amazing there? that the girls are hot?” she smiled.
“yeah, that’s more like it…” she drank again. there was this easy-going atmosphere in between the two of you. you liked it. you thought it would be harsher to face her. but she was shane. how could it be? she always made you feel safe. “see you’ve gotten more tattoos…” her eyes eyes your arms, where some of them stood. “i like them.”
“oh, yeah. have this friend back in the city that would do them for free if she could practice on me.” you laughed, showing them to her. she took your arm, soft fingertips drawing over their lines .
“well, she’s got talent, i’d give you that.” she whistled.
“yeah. taught me how to stick and poke and everything.” you laughed at her shocked expression.
“no fucking way… you tattoo?” you nodded.
“yeah, so if you ever want a new one just hit me up, i still owe you one.”
“true. the hummingbird. how’s it holding?” you pulled down your pants and panties to show it to her, soft skin in display. “might need a little ink.” she hummed, and you pushed your pants back to their spot. you might need something else.
shane tried to ignore the little speck of ink that she saw more towards your center when you pulled your pants down, but it left her with curiosity running through her veins.
you stared at each other, green eyes on yours for a couple of long seconds before she looked away, beer on hand. she couldn’t.
“where’s your dad?” she inquired, and you sighed.
“she’s out by the pool, getting the grill ready.” she nodded.
“see you later?” you nodded, and saw her go outside, being welcomed by her friends.
well… you were fucked.
-
summer in LA was hot. really hot. and shane prancing around your house with one of her wife beaters and tight jeans wasn’t of much help. you could see her arms bulge as she helped your dad put up a new relaxing space on your garden, where he’ll build a wooden ceiling and put up a few couches for you to relax by the pool.
you were currently taking a swim, small black bikini accentuating your perfect body. it was hard to say shane was having a great time.
“hey kid. enjoying the pool?” she inquired, wiping the sweat off her forehead. it was already almost night, the sunset already had been engulfed by the ocean.
you looked up at her, resting against the edge, cleavage on full and exposure.
“really. the water is so refreshing…” you smiled.
“shane!” your father called out for her. “i’m going out to buy some bear. want anything?” he inquired.
“marlboro reds?”
“got it.” she thanked him as he took his keys and left through the main door, leaving the two of you alone. you bit down on your lip at the thought of it.
“hey shane?” you muttered.
“yeah?”
“can i tell you something?”
“anything.” she nodded.
“bend over.” you whispered, and she followed, kneeling on one knee by the pool so she could get closer to you, and just as you were about to part your lips, your wet fingers gripped on her shirt, pulling her inside the pool. she was gasping for air as she came back up to the surface, wiping the water out of her face as you laughed so hard your stomach hurt. “oh god! you should have seen your face!!!”
“oh yeah? you think this is funny?” she chuckled, pointing at her wet clothes. the white wife beater let her nipples show now. you tried not to state too much.
“totally.” you nodded, taking a step back when she step closer.
“com’here.” she ordered, waving her hand.
“nah, i’m cool here.” you laughed, and shrieked when she jumped at you. “no!!”
“oh, so now the princess is begging for mercy, huh?” you sputtered as her fingers tickled you, grabbing at your sides. “how’s that? who’s laughing now, hm?” she muttered as you begged her to stop, trying to get rid of her hold. “yeah, that’s what i thought.” she left you breathless when she finally decided to let you go, although you two were close, your back against the wall of the pool.
you looked at her, and chuckled slightly at the messy state of her hair, which now stood completely drenched hiding her eyes and getting all over her face.
“what?”
“your hair. is… wait. let me.” your soft fingertips made contact with the skin of her face, pushing away the strands and behind her ear.
“thanks.” she muttered.
“you’re welcome.” you two stared at each other, realizing just how close you were. your eyes drifted to her chest, which rose and lowered in deep breaths, her perky nipples hard against the white of her tank top.
she stared at you. at your long eyelashes, flushed cheeks due to the lack of air and laughter and your glossy plump lips. somehow you two just ended closer, the hands that had tickled you still on your hips, burning your skin. your eyes met, and after a couple of seconds she looked away, clearing your throat and letting go of you, leaving you freezing.
“fuck. now i’m completely drenched.” she looked at her clothes.
“you could borrow some of mine.” you shrugged, and she scoffed. “what? i’m sure some of my clothes will fit you, shane. or do you want to get your leather seats wet?”
“fuck no.” her nose wrinkled up, and you chuckled.
“just what i thought.” you muttered, swimming towards the stairs and dipping your hair underneath the water one more time before getting out the pool. shane tried really hard to not stare at the perfect view of your ass. your dad would kill her. your dad will kill her. why was she even staring at you this way? for gods sake she had seen you grow up…
you turned around, and she quickly looked you in the eyes. “you coming or not.”
oh for sure.
“yeah.” she said before following after you.
-
“are you sure you know how to do this shit?” she inquired for like the eleventh time, and you rolled your eyes. “hey, i just want to make sure you don’t fuck it up, alright? i’ll live with it for the rest of my life.”
“shane, i’m positive. you’re not the first person i tattoo, alright?” you promised, getting the needles and ink ready.
“cool. cool.” she nodded, laying on your bed. your room stood frozen in your teenage years, full of books and pictures and posters. you even had your favorite music records (at least the ones you’ve had to leave behind for college). it gave you this nostalgic feeling that you couldn’t shake off your bones. your father was out with some of his friends, and you and shane had ended up meeting up to tattoo each other. “but-“ she tried and sit back up, but you pushed her down, pointing one of your fingers at her.
“shut the fuck up.” you ordered, and she rose her hands.
“okay.”
she was going for a simple design. a scorpion on her forearm. you’d done some before, so it would be easy. you’d also made a stencil for her, so you would be fine.
you prepped and disinfected everything, putting on your gloves. “okay. where do you exactly want it?” you inquired her, and she pointed at the place where she thought would look best and you nodded, placing the stencil there to let her see if she’d like it.
“yeah, i like it.” you nodded once again.
“alright. then i guess we’re ready. it won’t take a lot, if it hurts too much just let me know and we’ll take a break.” she scoffed.
“who do you think i am?” she sassily inquired and you rolled your eyes.
“hope you choke on your words, mccutcheon.” you shook your head, taking her arm and leaning over to start tattooing her.
“huh, you wish.” she smirked, taking a glimpse of your cleavage. she breathed deeply, squeezing her eyes shut. come on shane. focus.
those fucking nipple piercings… shit. no. don’t think about that.
you noticed her silence and you decided to check up on her.
“you alright?”
“hm?” she seemed distracted. how couldn’t she be? “oh yeah. don’t worry.” of course it wasn’t like she were thinking about your tits. absolutely not. “so… had any girlfriends in new york?” yeah, let’s change the subject.
you sighed and shrugged. “i mean… not really. messed up around but never got serious, you know what i mean?” she smirked, surprised.
“do tell…” you chuckled, playfully hitting her on the arm.
“what about you?” you inquired, trying to not sound so interested. although you were. you truly were.
“could say the same. you know me.” you nodded, and hid your excitement. so she was single.
she stared at you as you worked. fuck. you were so beautiful. new york had changed you so much. you had always been, but now, there was this… something about you she couldn’t put her finger on. she just knew she couldn’t pull her eyes away from you. and that was no good.
“okay. i’m done.” you smiled, wiping over the tattoo to stare at the end result.
“now that’s amazing.” she whistled, taking a look at it. it hadn’t hurt at all.
“told you…” you muttered and she scoffed.
“oh i’m sorry for being scared, you’re the first kid i let near me with a needle.” you rolled your eyes. there was that nickname again. kid.
did she really still looked at you like one?
she noticed your silence.
“hey. you okay?” you pushed away her touch, nodding.
“yeah, i’m fine.” no you were not. what the hell did you have to do for shane to look at you? would it always be like this? will you always be running after her? “so… you up for retouching my tattoo?” you asked and she nodded.
“yeah, sure. could i borrow your gun, though? i’m not that good at stick and poke.” you gave it to her, along with some ink, gloves and new needles.
you got up from your seat, unbuckling your pants. shane tried to not look at you as you pushed them down your thighs, leaving you in a pretty lace pair of panties. her eyes continuously drifted from you to the tattoo gun as you sat on your bed, legs spread as she sat in front of you. there was no comfortable way she could tattoo you in your room, and having her in between your legs, leaning over and so close to your barely clothed center somehow felt more intimate than the first time around. she looked at you as her fingertips made contact with the skin of your hip bone, carefully pulling your panties down just the slightest to disinfect the zone. your cheeks were burning up when her soft low voice caught your attention. “you ready?” you nodded. “alright. if you need me to stop just say the word.” and then there was the buzzing of the tattoo gun and that burning feeling of the needle breaking your skin. you hissed. you knew it was a sensitive spot, but you always forgot how sensitive.
you thanked god the tattoo was small, ‘cause you couldn’t really look at shane too much without thinking about things you shouldn’t be thinking about. she looked so good in between your legs, hair falling messily in her eyes, tongue sticking out and glossing her lips in concentration. the things you’ve thought about that tongue, the nights you’ve imagined her in this same exact position but with less clothing. this was turning you on. it shouldn’t be turning you on.
“fuck.” you groaned. and she looked at you.
“you’re doing good, just hold on a little bit more for me, alright?” you almost moaned. fuck. and now she was praising you. one particular harsh swipe of the needle almost had you gripping her hair. you could feel her breathing against your skin.
this was all too much.
“shane…” you sighed, your hips twitching upwards involuntarily due to the pain.
“i know baby, i know. i’m halfway there.”
you tried to hold in the need to move, but it hurt, and you were getting horny. there wasn’t much you could do. at one particular point, she had to harshly grip your hip with her free hand, pushing you against the duvet. “don’t move.” she ordered, and you bit down on your lip. holy fuck. this looked so much like those dreams you’d have about her…
you could feel your pussy throbbing.
shane was trying her best to keep her composure. but jesus christ, you were writhing under her, letting out this little pained sounds and you were just in a pair of panties and a tank top. it was making it hard for her. you were making it hard for her.
the room was sticky with tension. she could see the peeking of your pubic hair since she had pulled your underwear down, and your skin was so soft…
focus. focus. focus.
but then…
fuck. you were wet. you were soaked.
her green eyes met the wet patch forming on your panties, and she forgot what she was supposed to be doing. hell, she even forgot the fact that you were her best friend’s daughter.
you perked up at the feeling of her stoping with the tattoo.
“shane?” you called out for her, and then you were letting out this sound in between a moan and a gasp when you felt her fingers pushing in between your lips and over the cloth, slowly, teasingly. “oh fuck. what are you doing?” you gasped in a whisper, your hips rutting against her touch. she smirked.
“me? i’m not doing anything.” she looked at you, and slowly leaned closer to you, leaving this soft peck on your thigh. you shuddered. “tell me to stop…” she whispered. it was more like a begging. she needed you to tell her that this was wrong. that she shouldn’t be touching you right now. that it was a really stupid idea. she was your dad’s best friend. and yet…
“i can’t…” your hand laced on her hair when she started softly kissing your skin, lip in between your teeth. you wanted her. you’ve wanted her for so long… “please…”
you whimpered when her fingers bumped against your throbbing and sensitive clit, your hips bucking against her touch. “what’s this, hm?” your cheeks were beet red, thighs trembling under her green stare. “tell me baby, this all for me?” she inquired, leaving a wet kiss on your thigh and you nodded, muttering a ‘yes’ that had her short of breath.
your back arched when she kissed you on top of your panties, her tongue licking the arousal that dampened the lace. at the same time, her hands grabbed at the seam of your panties, slowly pulling them down your hips and thighs. that’s when she finally caught a glimpse of that tattoo that she had barely seen the day of your party. it was above your mound. and it said: ‘lucky you’.
shane smirked, chuckling. “lucky me…” your cheeks reddened, but all shyness and embarrassment disappeared when her fingers dipped in between your drooling folds, connected by strings of your arousal. shane felt her mouth watering. “such a pretty pussy.” you felt so exposed, but at the same time you just wanted to open up your legs for her, let her see every little crevice of you.
you let out this pornographic sweet moan when her tongue draw a long fat strip from your entrance to your clit, softly suckling on it and making your thighs squeeze her head, what made her groan and bury her face deeper into your pussy.
“fuck…” you cried out, your hands meeting her short messy dark hair, tugging at it. why did it felt so good?
she pushed your legs over her shoulders, her warm hands on your thighs as she sucked on your clit, sticking her tongue out for you to ride her face when you’d hump against her. that was until you felt one finger prodding against your hole, easily pushing inside your tight and warm walls due to how wet you were. “that’s it. open up for me, doll.” she hummed when you whimpered, starting to thrust it in and out of you, your arousal thick and white on her knuckles as you thrusted yourself on her finger and mouth.“taste so good…” she couldn’t get enough, eating you like a starved woman.
“shane.” you whined when she added her ring finger, stretching you out. and how could she resist when you sounded so sweet moaning her name? she just wanted to get more of those sounds out of you, make you cum over and over again until the only thing you could remember was her name.
she groaned. “look at you, fuck. so fucking pretty. what would your dad think, hm? her little girl letting his best friend fuck her like this.” you moaned, pulling from her hair. “oh you liked that, huh? like the idea of your daddy catching me with my tongue on your cunt, baby?” you blushed, embarrassed to like the idea of it, the adrenaline rushing through your veins making the pleasure enhance. her fingers constantly hitting your g spot had you so close to the edge… “of course you do…” she smirked, sucking on your clit. you cried out her name, your hips pushing against her mouth. “you close, princess?” you nodded, biting down on your lip. “cum for me, baby. cum on my face. i’ll clean it all up for you.” she muttered, licking at your folds before latching onto your clit. your back arched. that encouragement being all you needed to fall apart, thighs shaking as your high hit you like a tidal wave with a high pitched moan. she groaned at the taste of your white creamy cum on her tongue, lapping at it in need, the wet sounds of her tongue pushing into you and licking in between your lips filling your room. she kept finger-fucking you to help you ride off your orgasm, sucking at your clit to extend it.
you swore you could see stars on your room’s ceiling, thighs shaking and breathing ragged. it had been the best orgasm of your life.
shane finished cleaning you up, swallowing every last bit of your cum before pulling her fingers out of you and pushing them inside your mouth. her green eyes met yours as you cleaned them for her. and you could just think about the fact that you had just fucked your dad’s best friend.
