༘⋆ Shane Maguire X Reader One shot
Shane Maguire X Younger Fem Reader, 18+
Fingering, Eating out (F receiving), P in V, Reader loses virginity, Overstim.
Synopsis- In preparation for a trip, Shane, a friend of your father, gives you a tour of his cabin where you'll be staying. Things escalate when Shane notices a tick on your body. Once he lets you know you may have more under your clothes, the only option is to strip. A storm takes over that night trapping you at his cabin where the two of you just can’t seem to stay apart.
Reader is innocent and fragile, Shane is aggressive and volatile, but also a big softie in the end.
Notes: Oops I didn't mean for this to be this long! My first Shane FF, first anything Wilson Bethel, so I hope you enjoy!
“He’s outside.” You sat on the steps with your knees pressed together, buckling your white flats when you heard your dad call out from the kitchen.
“Coming!” You respond by sprinting to meet him at the door.
You hadn’t seen Shane in eight years.
You hadn’t the slightest memory of what he looked like.
Only a foggy vision of him tucking you into bed on one of the many nights he babysat you.
You grasp the doorknob, when your dad enters the hall, the creek of the floor making you turn his way.
“No goodbye?” You stare at him with a cheesy smile before running into his arms, hugging him tightly.
He kissed your head gently.
You meant everything to him, his reason for working, living.
You loved your dad, your mother passing when you were young, he was all you had.
That was the exact reason why Shane was so important to him, he was always there to help, practically a second father.
That was also why he placed his trust in Shane to take you away for the day.
You were planning a trip with your friends and when your father suggested Shane’s cabin, you jumped eagerly at the opportunity.
You released from the hug, your father still holding your shoulders when he looked at you one last time.
“Dad, it's only a day.” You laugh as you speak the words.
He scoffs, finally letting you go as he reaches for the door.
“Have a good time.” He smiled flatly as you walked out of the house.
He looked up at the sound of the closing door
His gaze dark, his eyebrows setting at the sight of you, raising a little in shock.
He was surprised at how different you had looked, how you weren’t a little girl anymore, right then and there he knew he was fucked.
Slowly licking his lips, his eyes trailed up your body.
He was much older than you remember, wrinkles drawn on every inch of his face, his salt and pepper hair sparking in the sunlight.
Then your eyes found his pectorals, flexing above his crossed arms.
Your heart had stopped beating minutes ago, and you already regretted your outfit.
A short white dress, the bottom lined with a thin lace trim.
With your hair clipped back on either side with two pink bows you felt like a doll on display for him.
You didn’t wear shorts, assuming you would feel comfortable around him, trusting your fathers judgment, but now seeing him standing there, his dark eyes, his furrowed brows and his large frame.
You felt naked only in your panties, remembering he was still just a man at the end of the day.
“Hey sweetheart.” The words slipped off of his tongue, his voice smooth like velvet, vibrating through you as you found the space next to him.
“Hi…” You choke the word out, barely able to speak, your heart beating inhumanely fast.
You stood in front of him, unsure where to go. He stood like a statue, staring at you, his eyes full of lust.
“Well get in.” He asserted playfully, throwing his hand up as he stepped back.
He didn’t open the door, so you reached down, yanking on the handle when it swung open.
His hand suddenly grabbed the top of the door, his arm caging you in.
You felt his body heat radiating off of his chest. You freeze, practically shaking when you stumble backwards.
“Woah there- you okay?” You turn around at the sudden sound of his voice.
He’s dangerously close, his nose almost brushing yours, his breath kissing your cheek.
He smelled of cigarettes and coffee, dark in contrast to your vanilla perfume.
You look away quickly, staring for a second before climbing into the seat.
You nuzzled into the cold leather, your thighs sticking to the fabric, sweat already forming from the outdoor heat.
He slammed the door behind you, making you flinch at the sound.
You raised your hand to the fans, realizing the air conditioner wasn’t on, making your eyebrows sink in annoyance.
He joined you, the truck sinking down to the left when he entered.
He sat down firmly, readjusting as he pushed his hips forward slightly, making you inhale sharply at the sight.
You had never been around a man like him, especially not alone.
You were a virgin, you hadn’t even gone on a date.
Your eyes met his face to see his gaze already fixated on you.
It was silent for a second, his hazel eyes darting across your face as he slowly bit his bottom lip.
Your chin dropped as your eyes widened at his stare, your legs suddenly blooming with warmth, a foreign feeling.
You slapped them closed, your hands immediately finding the bottom of your dress, your fingers dug into the fabric as you pulled it down.
He exhaled a choppy breath.
You didn’t notice, but he still stared, his eyes burning holes into your bare thighs.
You hadn't even left the driveway yet, and he was already losing his mind at the sight of you.
He looked out the window, his hand meeting his chin as he sighed into his palm, trying to steady his breathing.
He was desperate for you, his animalistic urge trying to taking control.
How on earth was he supposed to spend the whole day with you?
He started the engine and slammed on the gas.
The whole ride you avoided his gaze, his eyes barely leaving you the entire drive.
After pulling off of the highway he turned onto a pebble road, the path so rough it shook the car back and forth.
At one point the truck went over a large boulder, causing the vehicle to tip over to one side.
You reached out for support, but instead of grabbing the arm rest, you grip Shane's arm.
So large in comparison, your fingers barely held onto it.
The first thing you feel, his hair, golden and thin, the strands covering his muscle, the muscle that flexed under the sudden touch of your cold fingers.
His skin was hard like leather from all the days he has spent in the sun.
You look over at him now, your face still painted in fear.
Your mouth agape, eyes wide in shock.
“It’s okay sweetheart.” Just then he slipped his hand back, his fingers intertwining with yours, and before you could protest you were holding hands.
His palms were rock hard, the callouses scratching the inside of yours, your fingers so short, they barely made it over his knuckles.
He stared forward, a sense of accomplishment easing over his body.
You couldn’t help yourself when you looked out the window, a small smirk curving up your lips.
You could feel your cheeks going red as his grip tightened on every rough turn or bump. He drove with one hand, effortlessly turning into the driveway of a small cabin.
You naturally let go of his hand as you sat up eagerly, planting your hands on either side of your thighs.
His hand lingered on the arm rest.
He stretched his fingers out, flexing them as he exhaled a shaky breath, already missing your touch.
He parked the car, twisting out the key when he sat back, his hands slapping the inside of his thighs.
“Okay pretty girl…” You flinch at his words, surprised at how casually he spoke, “…let’s get going.” He finished his sentence but you continued to face forward, still in shock.
His voice sent waves through your body, your heart skipping a beat every time he spoke.
He was the first to exit the car, opening his door as he stepped out.
He left you, not opening your door, heading straight for the cabin.
You hesitated, taking a deep breath before opening your door.
You stepped onto the dirt road, your white flats already picking up dust, again you regretted your clothing choice.
A gentle rustle of leaves pull your attention upwards when you see him leaning against your door.
His hand gripping the edge as his bicep flexed, so obvious it made you blush, looking back down at your shoes.
You anxiously kicked dirt back and forth when his hand suddenly entered your view.
His pointer finger finding the bottom of your chin while his thumb pressed gently against the cleft, he turned your head up to face him.
“Come on inside.” There he goes again.
Defensively you push his arm down, his hand slipping off your chin when you look away, your hand finding your opposing arm as you stand nervously.
“Come on… let’s get you inside…” He whispers before grabbing your arm, leading you gently to his side.
He just couldn’t keep his hands to himself.
Once he had you next to him his fingers crawled into the small of your back.
As you walked in front of him, his eyes automatically found the side of your face.
First he looked by accident, his eyes wandering down your jaw, your neck, and then eventually your breasts.
He looked away almost instantly, but like a magnet not even a second passed before he found himself staring again.
With every step you took he watched them shift, his hard on growing, pushing against the zipper in his jeans.
He did the only thing he could think of, escaping from behind you and walking ahead, swiftly unlocking the door when he held it open for you to enter.
You followed his command, your head hung low as you entered.
The sun shot through the windows, boxes of light painted on the floor.
The walls were wood, the same as the outside, only a living room and kitchen on the first floor.
The door slammed suddenly making you spin around to face him.
He didn’t approach you, he only stared, his head cocked slightly to the right as he looked you up and down.
“What?” You ask defensively.
“You’ve really grown up, you know that?” He says as he walks forward.
His walk was lazy, his feet dragging as he neared you.
You gulped at his emotionless glare, he was growing in height as he stepped closer, his body casting a shadow over yours.
“Well it’s been…” You begin to speak, but are cut off when his hand meets your face.
His thumb rubbed under eye, his palm resting gently against your now blushing cheek.
“It’s been eight years.” He finished your sentence, now standing so close you could feel his breath on your forehead.
He looked upwards, closing his eyes with a sharp inhale as he dropped his hand, shoving it in his pocket as he walked past you.
You blinked rapidly at his sudden indifference, turning around to follow him.
“It’s pretty self explanatory, the kitchen…” he motioned to the room, “The living area.”
You pursed your lips, smiling gently in confirmation.
“Come here.” He stood at a separate door, his hand already on the knob.
You obeyed, walking over to the door, completely clueless to where it led.
“This is the real attraction.” He opened the door swiftly, the wind blowing your hair back from the force.
“Go ‘head.” He waved his hand in front of you.
You blink softly at him before stepping out onto the dirt path.
He followed behind, closing the door quietly.
You continued to walk, afraid to turn around.
Your hands crossed behind you as you picked at your thumb nail, you knew he was watching, but it was an anxious habit you just couldn’t drop.
As he walked behind he didn’t even attempt to stop himself, staring shamelessly at your ass. They way it swayed with every step you took, your waist small in comparison, the temptation to grab you and throw you over his shoulder growing stronger every second.
You finally stopped when you saw a large body of water in front of you.
Your eyes widened at the sight, and when you suddenly stopped, Shane, still in a hypnotized state, almost bumps into you.
He stopped himself just in time before colliding with you, his hands only hovering over the back of your arms.
For the first time he smelled your perfume, cutting through the scent of wet dirt and smoke, your smooth vanilla scent intoxicating him.
“Oh my god.” The words fall out of your mouth as you stare at the lake.
It reflected the sky like a picture, not a single ripple warping the perfect image.
“I knew you would like it.” With his hands behind his back he leaned over your shoulder, his lips centimeters from your ear when he whispered the words.
You inhaled sharply at the feeling of his breath on your neck, standing up straight.
He then stepped around you, walking towards the lake when he stopped, sitting on a tree stump, placed perfectly in front of the lake.
“The view is best from here.” You stopped, standing still while staring at him, stuck in place, unable to move.
“Come here.” He said as he slapped his thigh, his other hand in the air as he motioned for you.
You noticed his forearm as it lingered in the air, waiting for you.
Scattered with golden hairs, veins shooting down his muscle, you gulped at the sight before finally stepping forward, slowly, apprehensively.
When you approached him you simply stood next to him, your hands intertwined behind your back, your head held high as you stared at the lake.
“No baby- here.” Just then he grabbed your hips, pulling you in front of him and slamming you down onto his lap.
You gasped quickly at the feeling, the feeling of his fingers digging into your hips.
The feeling of his already hard member under you.
You inched closer at the feeling, like an animal, like second nature, it was so easy to give in.
You didn’t even think, your back arching slightly as you bit your lip.
“You can’t-“ He inhaled sharply.
“You can’t do that.” He leaned back slightly, watching your ass curve into his crotch, his cock practically breaking through his pants zipper.
“What?” You turn towards him now, your voice laced with childlike innocence.
He was still catching his breath when he met your gaze, his mouth agape, his eyebrows furrowing.
You were making him crazy and you knew it, but no matter what, he saw you as an innocent fawn that could do no wrong.
“Enough.” He asserted, his voice different than before, deep, almost scary.
He then stood up, pulling you up with him, his hands now gently hovering, barely holding your hips as he led you to stand.
“I'm- I'm sorry.” You whimper.
“It’s fine.” He reaches down to readjust his pants, pulling the crotch down in an attempt to hide his very obvious hard on.
When you turned towards him, his face was coated in judgement.
With an eyebrow raised, his tongue poked the inside of his cheek.
He bit down, his jaw tightening at the sight of you.
He almost looked concerned, contemplative, not sure how to deal with the situation.
“Let’s uh- let’s go this way.” He finally broke the silence, turning towards a clearing along the edge of the forest.
The path became more rugged, branches blocking the way, roots making the ground uneven.
At one point you let out a tiny screech, almost falling to your knees when you trip.
He doesn’t help you up, instead he offers a hand.
You finally make it to your feet, slapping your hand into his.
He didn’t seem annoyed, but also couldn’t say he was entertained.
Before turning he stops, yanking your hand towards him.
“Uh-“ You grunt lightly, the friction of his hand burning against your arm.
“You got a tick.” Before you could even see the insect he pinched it off of your skin.
“Ow-“ You said involuntarily, pulling your arm back.
“You didn’t have to pinch me that hard.” You held your arm against your chest, rubbing the wound.
“It was already attached to you- Shit-“ He stepped closer, his hand finding the back of your head as he pulled you closer.
You felt another sharp pinch as he grabbed a second tick from the side of your neck.
“Shane!” You yell again, this time unable to pull away as he holds you tightly, his hand resting on the back of your neck.
“Look!” He pinches the insect as its legs fly through the air trying to flee from his grasp.
You gasp in disgust, your hand immediately finding the spot where it had planted itself.
He flicks it into the distance.
“Oh my god- am I going to get sick?!” You exclaim, genuine fear painted across your face.
He scoffs, quickly licking his lip as he looks around, his eyes eventually circling back to yours.
“No- but…” He looks down to your chest, his heart rate rising suddenly.
“You may have more on you…” He asserts, knowing you were clueless to the creatures, using your innocence to his advantage.
You look around hysterically, panting out of fear.
“Well- Look away!” You yell at him when he spins around, smirking mischievously.
You remove the dress from your shoulders, letting it fall to the ground as you check your stomach, between your legs, and your back to the best of your ability.
You hadn’t worn a bra… not having much that needed support, the dress hugging you perfectly, and concealing enough to where you didn’t think you needed one.
Even while turned around he still towered over you, his broad shoulders becoming more obvious from behind.
His gray hair, his sun spotted neck.
You stepped forward, leaves crunching under your feet, the sound making him look to the side. You notice his long lashes, his delicate lips, and his sharp nose.
“Shane.” You say lightly.
His heart fluttered at the sound of your voice, knowing in that moment he would’ve killed for you.
“Yes.” He whispered, for the first time in his life he was truly nervous.
“I need help.” You didn’t know how to approach the situation, but the fear that you would miss a spot was eating you alive, you hated bugs and couldn't risk even one going unseen.
You crossed your arms across your chest, your breasts pushing together.
He turned just his head at first, then his body followed.
When he finally saw you he gulped, looking away at first, his hand finding his hair as he pushed it back.
He was visibly anxious, he stood slightly to the side, not fully facing you, not moving an inch, afraid that if he did, he would lose all self control.
Your skin was so visibly soft, so effortlessly flawless, so fucking innocent, you were killing him.
His chest grew tight as it quickly rose and fell.
The need to protect you mixed with the desire to ruin you flooded through his veins, and when he finally stepped forward, his hands shook as he raised them to touch you.
You blinked your doe like eyes, your eyelashes softly brushing against your cheeks as you stared through him.
He slowly stepped around you, his eyes meeting your behind, seeing your lace underwear that sat so perfectly on your perfect ass.
He closed his eyes, making his way up your back, and when he brushed your hair forwards you inhaled a quick, apprehensive breath.
“Perfect.” He whispered, not to speak, but to think, a thought that escaped his mouth unintentionally, not realizing he had said it.
He eventually met you face to face.
You didn’t think before releasing your arms and letting your breasts fall before him.
Your hands met behind you, your fingers intertwining as you sat fully on display for him.
His hand met his mouth, his eyes looking up to face you in disbelief.
Before you realized his hand had curved around your neck pulling you in when his lips met yours.
His opposing hand gripped your waist, helping you arch your back, pushing your chest into his, taking every drop of innocence away.
A kiss this strong was not just two lips meeting, but two souls intertwining.
Your hands met his face as you felt his wrinkled skin, rough in contrast to yours, your fingers intertwining with his thick brassy hair.
He didn’t break the kiss, sucking on your bottom lip ferociously, as if he was trying to digest you, taking you whole right then and there.
His hands reached behind you as he knelt down ever so slightly, picking up your legs and wrapping them effortlessly around his waist.
Once his kisses moved to your neck, you knew you were done for.
“Shane…” You said his name like a prayer, whispering against his shoulder as he sucked mercilessly at your untouched skin.
Once he pulled back he breathed against your face, your noses touching as he stared at your mouth, and then your eyes.
With his head turned down, his eyes grew dark, his eyebrows shadowing the light, he looked like a predator, insatiable for you.
“You are unlike any girl I've ever met.” He finally whispered.
His words made you giggle, biting your lip flirtatiously.
He exhaled deeply before dropping you to your feet, suddenly kneeling before you when he picked up your dress.
He lifted your feet gently, your heart fluttering at how tiny they looked in comparison to his large hands.
Once he fed your feet through the dress he stood up, holding it in his fingertips, the strands miniscule between his pointer and thumb finger.
You assisted him, pushing your arms into the sleeve holes as he pulled the dress up over your shoulders, his rough fingertips tracing up your arms until the dress sat securely on your body.
Once he finished his hand found your chin, leaning down to plant a gentle, empathetic kiss on your lips.
He enchanted you, and as far as you were concerned, you were in love.
A strike of thunder broke the kiss as he pulled away, looking up at the sky, now colorless, painted with grey clouds.
“Fuck.” He said in reaction to the sudden change of weather.
“It didn’t say it was going to rain.” You respond.
“I know- Let’s get you back home… come on.”
He grabbed your hand and led you back through the forest until you eventually made it to the cabin.
By the time you met the door it was pouring rain, the two of you taking shelter under the small awning while he unlocked the back door.
“Come on.” He yelled, the rain pouring so loudly talking at a regular sound level wasn’t an option.
You fled into the house, finding a seat on the couch.
You watched him as he knelt over, shaking the excess water from his hair.
When he looked back up, he combed the loose strands back with his hand, smiling that stupid smile, making your cheeks warm when you look away.
You hear him approach you, his steps heavy, making the floor creak with every step.
When he sits down next to you on the couch it sinks, making you fall into him, your thighs touching.
“Are you cold?” He asks, making you turn towards him.
The cabin was pitch black.
The moonlight, the only source of visibility, the side of his face painted light blue, his eyes dark, but wide in curiosity.
“No- Yes a little.” You hesitate at first but give in, unable to lie to him.
Before you finish your sentence he reaches back, grabbing a plaid quilt from the side of the couch, throwing it over your shoulders.
“What about you?” You question, pulling the blanket tightly around your small frame.
He watched it swallow you whole, seeing how safe you looked, he wouldn’t dare to ruin that, “I'm a man, I'll be okay.” He finally grunts out the words, standing up as he walks around the couch, disappearing from your view.
A few seconds of silence pass when you finally turn around to see him standing in a bedroom.
With the door open, you could see his exposed chest, his abdominals making you take a deep breath, and once again you felt the burn between your legs making you bite your lip.
He slips a shirt effortlessly over his body, every inch covered in muscle, tight, firm.
You turn around, not wanting him to notice you staring.
You hear the light switch flip off when he enters the living space.
“No way I can take you back in this storm, you’re gonna have to sleep here tonight… that okay?”
You sat staring forward, his words registering slowly, the image of sharing a bed with him clouding your thoughts.
“I’ll sleep on the couch… okay?”
“Yea- yes… okay.” You finally respond, looking up at him.
Once he meets your eyes he sees you as a child again, regretting his actions from earlier, seeing how small and petite you look, being swallowed whole by his blanket.
He exhales, quickly looking away.
“You hungry?” He asks in a desperate attempt to move the situation along.
“No…not really.” You were starving, but you didn’t want to put him out.
He nodded before turning around, walking towards the kitchen.
Your eyes find your soaked dress, your fingers playing with the fabric.
“Do you have any clothes… for me to change into?” You yell to the kitchen.
“Well- nothing that would fit you… give me a second.” He instantly stops whatever he was doing at your request, leaving the kitchen, disappearing into his room.
You hear drawers slide open and close, before he steps back out into the living area.
“These should do… go ‘head and change in the room.” He holds the stack of clothes out to you, his boots planted on either side of your feet.
You don’t respond, only communicating with your eyes as you stare up at him.
Your pupils glossed over with lust when you reach up to grab the clothes, standing up in one collective motion.
The blanket falls, revealing your shoulders, your wet hair sticking to your skin.
He swallows at the sight, his jaw tightening when he forcefully pushes the stack of clothes into your chest.
You grab it fully when he slips away, heading back to the kitchen.
You tip toe past him creeping into his room when you close the door behind you, locking it.
You unwrap the pile of clothing, a pair of joggers and a grey T-shirt.
Immediately you held the garments to your nose, inhaling his scent, they smelled of pine, salt and smoke.
You stripped out of your dress and opted for just the t-shirt, leaving the sweatpants sprawled across his bed.
When you finally exited the room he was sitting at the table.
Hunched over, he faced away from you, his back muscles flexing under his shirt as he spooned his food into his mouth.
You crept towards him, eyeing the chair in front of him when you slipped past him to sit down directly in front of him.
He stopped eating at the sight of you, his spoon stopping midair as he stared.
After a second of silence he resumed his chewing leaning back and crossing his arms, fully taking you in.
“You can’t just walk around here like that.” He says, leaning forward again to continue eating.
He seemed indifferent, annoyed.
“I think you can control yourself… you couldn’t hurt your best friend's daughter.” You say the words, reminding him of his place in your life.
Making it that much more desperate and that much more dangerous when he eventually gave into you.
“You think this is a game- a joke?” He raised his voice slightly, making your head involuntarily cock back in shock.
“No- I- Earlier I thought-“
“Forget about earlier.” He finally yelled, making you go silent.
You could feel tears starting to form as your cheeks burned from embarrassment.
He stood up, ignoring you, throwing his dish in the sink before opening the back door and exiting the cabin, slamming the door behind him.
You remained seated at the table, feeling empty, wanting to run home, desperate to leave.
You regretted coming here, you regretted letting him touch you, kiss you.
You stood up, heading towards his bedroom, and when you almost closed the door you hesitated, leaving it open, hoping he would soon return.
The one person that was hurting you was the only one that could comfort you, a feeling you had never experienced.
You slipped under the bedsheets, his scent hitting you like a thousand bricks, immediately making you break down as you pulled the sheet to cover your mouth and nose.
You weeped for almost twenty minutes before knocking out and when you finally awoke hours later it was truly pitch black.
Not even a single spec of light in the entire cabin.
You sat up in the bed searching for any sort of sign he had returned, and when you felt the space next to you and he still wasn’t there, you lost all hope.
You stepped out of the bed, the floor creaking faintly under your feet as you left the bedroom.
You neared the couch, only using your memory from hours before as you still couldn’t see a thing.
You found the edge, your hand brushing down the back when you hit him.
His arm hard and hot, clenched tightly against his side as he gripped the single pillow under his head.
“Shane.” You whisper, kneeling down in front of his face, or what you though was his face.
“Sha-“ You stop yourself, not wanting to wake him.
You stand up, and right before you step away you feel his hand surround your wrist.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers.
You don’t respond, slipping your hand out of his when you suddenly lean down, your lips brushing his ear.
“Come to bed.” You whisper the words before walking away emotionlessly, not waiting for a response.
If he really felt bad he would make it up to you, and that’s exactly what he did.
You didn’t even make it to the bed before he was behind you, flipping you around when he pushed his lips onto yours, picking your body up like it was nothing, wrapping your legs around his waist as he slammed you onto the bed.
He didn't stop, his tongue circling yours as he moaned into your mouth, desperate for you.
He was unrecognizable, a new man.
He was fragile, gentle and seemingly submissive.
Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he began to thrust his clothed bulge into you, moans escaping your mouth when he moved down to your neck, shamelessly marking you.
His hand reached down between your legs, pulling your panties to the side as he began messaging your clit, suppressing your moans as he kissed you hungrily.
Eventually he stuck a finger in, and then another.
Your back arched uncontrollably, your moans filling the small cabin.
Neither of you exchanged a single word, allowing your bodies to communicate.
With the mix of his fingers going in and out and his thumb rubbing against your clit you knew you were getting close.
You thrusted into his hand as your fingers clawed at his back, desperate for your orgasm when he suddenly stopped.
He moved quickly, lifting your shirt as he kissed down your stomach, and when he finally made it to your waist he ripped your underwear in two, his mouth instantly colliding with your clit as he began lapping you up like a dog.
He swirled messy circles around your clit, his fingers curving inside of you, abusing your cunt to the point where you were screaming out his name.
You knew you were nearing an orgasm.
Your body pulsating as waves wash over you, his hand pressing on your stomach making you lose all stability.
You built up quickly but once you released it felt infinite.
You threw your head back, letting out a guttural moan as you thrusted into his face, both of his hands now gripping your hips as he inhaled every drop of cum that flooded from your leaking cunt.
You pleaded for him to stop, pulling at his hair, scratching at his arms, but he was much too strong for you.
Tears soaked your cheeks as you threw your hands up, your forearm resting against your forehead as you panted, you could’ve sworn you were going to pass out, and right when your screaming stopped so did he.
With a final suction of his lips he sat up, his eyes finding you as he climbed over you to meet you face to face.
“You okay?” He questions, when he grabs your chin, forcefully turning you to face him.
“Shane…” Delirious, you call out for him in a whisper, when he leans forward, kissing you. Your hands wrap around his neck as he falls into your touch, his hand cupping your face as his fingers move to grip the back of your head.
Eventually you release from the kiss, his forehead pressed against yours before he falls to your side.
Immediately you roll over, missing his touch, your leg flying over his body as you hook your foot around his hips, your hand finding his chest.
He doesn't protest, in fact he helps you, his fingers gripping under your knee, pulling your leg higher up his body, as he nuzzles his arm under your head giving you extra support.
You moan gently as you rub your cheek into his bicep, and when you feel him plant a light kiss on your forehead you feel your stomach turn.
“Do you forgive me?” He whispers.
A few seconds pass before you gain the energy to respond.
“I was never mad at you.” You respond, closing your eyes a final time before drifting into a deep sleep.
When you awoke you were the most rested you had ever been.
White light shot into the cabin making you raise your hand to block it.
You sat up when you realized he wasn’t at your side, the sheets were cold and fresh, and when you slipped out from underneath them your feet hit the hardwood floors, which were even more freezing.
You let his shirt fall to conceal your private areas which were completely stark after he ruined the only pair of panties you had, not bringing an extra pair of course.
You tip-toed out into the family room when you saw him.
Shirtless, only a pair of flannel pajama pants on, as he stood over the stove.
You bit your lip at the sight, leaning against the door frame as your fingers gripped the trim.
“How did you hear me?” You question as you push off of the wall, walking towards the kitchen table.
“I hunt baby- I hear everything.” He looks over at you when he speaks, his hair a disheveled mess, his hazel eyes reflecting the morning sun as he smirks.
He looked younger than before, your heart spinning in your chest when he began to walk towards you.
He slides a plate in front of you, three pancakes with a bowl of cut up strawberries on the side.
“You want coffee?” He asks before releasing the plate.
“Um- do you have orange juice?” You ask, not realizing how childish you sounded.
He also recognized this, trying to hide his smile as he spun around to the fridge.
He was energetic, awake, happy.
He met you at the table, passing you the glass of orange juice as he sat down beside you.
You didn’t waste a second, beginning to cut the large stack of pancakes.
“Did you ever call my dad?”
“Um- yea… when I left last night I did… don’t worry.” He sounded like he was lying, his tone unlike before.
“Really?” You look at him now, scanning his face.
“Yes.” He asserts, a blank expression covering his face.
You regretted your tone with him, not sure why you confronted him so suddenly.
When he finished he stood up immediately, tossing his dish in the sink as he chugged the remaining coffee in his mug.
You watched as his adams apple bobbed up and down, making the space between your legs pulsate slightly.
Just then, unsure of what possessed you, you stood up, quickly walking towards him.
Before he turned back around you wrapped your arms around his waist, your head pressing against his back.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper against his bare skin, and without a word he rips your hands apart, spinning around in your grasp, picking you up and placing you on the counter.
Your bare skin was cold against the counter.
“I don't have underwear on-“ You whisper, before swallowing, searching his face for a reaction.
His hands find your legs, his fingers dragging up your thighs as he lifts your shirt to reveal your naked vagina.
He inhales a shaky breath at the sight, not looking up for a second.
You reach down, sticking your fingers into his waistline, attempting to pull his pants down.
He looks up at you, understanding your request when he grips the edge of his underwear, releasing his already dripping cock making you inhale at the sight.
Biting your lip in hesitation.
He grips your ass, yanking you forward so you sit perfectly on the edge of the counter.
“Shane-“ You gasp his name, trying to get the words out before it was too late.
“I’m a virgin.” You whisper, your eyes closed, as you bite your bottom lip.
He looks up at your words, snapping out of his daze.
“Okay- do you think that matters to me.”
“No I just- I’ve never done this before-“
“Don’t worry Sweetheart, I'll take care of you.”
He opened your legs wider, his cock already grazing your soaking folds, hard against you clit.
This feeling alone made you go crazy, you couldn’t imagine how it would feel when he finally entered you.
He lined his cock up to your already dripping entrance, his eyes on yours when he nodded in confirmation.
You quickly nodded back, biting your lip when he slipped into you.
Immediately you felt a sharp pain in your lower abdomen making you yell out in anguish, but he didn’t stop, fighting a battle of his own.
The sensation of your untouched cunt wrapping around his throbbing cock made him insane.
With your walls squeezing around him so tight he could feel his orgasm already nearing.
“Fuck baby- you’re so fucking tight what the fuck.” He cursed in a whisper as he slowly pumped in and out of you.
You were uncomfortable, the pain had not subsided, and you didn’t see it ending any time soon.
“Shane- Shane oh my god.” You pleaded for him, not to stop but do something, anything.
He ignored your remarks, trying to slow himself down, edging himself as he panted slowly.
He was the type of man to take what he wanted no matter who he hurt, but he was taking his time with you, making sure he didn’t injure you, no matter how desperate he was.
He held back, panting breathlessly as he went in… and out.
“Shane I-“ Suddenly something changed.
A moan escaped your mouth as you felt his tip hit the back of your walls, him thrusting a little farther than before, you felt the first second of pleasure and you were instantly hooked.
“Harder… Shane.” You whispered into his hair as he leaned into you, your arms wrapped around his neck.
That was all the confirmation he needed, letting himself go, his hands found your hips as he held you in place.
He began quickening the speed of his thrusts.
“Yea baby?” He mocked, the veins in his cock rubbing against your sensitive walls making you finally scream out in pleasure.
“Yes Shane… oh my go-“ Everytime you spoke it was cut off with a moan.
His speed only quickened, the counter shaking as his knees knocked against the cabinets.
Your fingernails dug into his back, his hands hooking under your knees as he pulled one leg over his shoulder making you yelp out in pain, your other laying idly by, the heel digging into his back.
He was beginning to grow selfish, still holding himself back, but his strength was dwindling.
“Oh baby- you’re making me crazy.”
The kitchen was filled with the sound of your bodies slapping together.
With his grunts and your screams, it was practically an orchestra.
You began to feel tiny punches of sensation in your lower abdomen, signaling your orgasm was near, the feeling building and then dissolving as he changed his pace every few seconds.
“Yea?” He responded, understanding your body, how you sloppily thrusted into him, how you began twitching every few seconds.
At the sound of your words he slowed his pace in shock, then suddenly he became greedy, drunk off of that word, that word that he didn’t know had that much power over him.
All emotion dropped as his dick took over his brain.
He no longer held back, pounding into you, not caring for your safety or your feelings.
“Shane!” You pleaded, regretting your words, but he didn’t care.
It was all too much, pain mixed with pleasure. You ached around him, but every time his cock hit that gummy spot at the back of your cunt you grew more addicted, and suddenly you felt yourself releasing.
You didn’t expect it so suddenly, a high pitch moan leaving your lips as he continued to fuck into you.
He didn’t stop, his cock burning inside of your soft walls, you felt too small for him now, feeling the bruises already forming.
With your orgasm the sounds of sex grew louder, your cum leaking out creating more lubricant for him to fuck into you senselessly.
Suddenly you could hear him building, his moans becoming louder and more rapid, when he finally released, pounding into you three final times, his warm liquid filling your injured cunt.
His hands slammed against the counter, his large body leaning into you as your head rested on his shoulder, your leg falling down his arm, dropping to his side as you went completely limp.
He panted into your shoulder, when your hand met the back of his head.
He lifted his head up lazily, like it weighed twenty pounds. He looked drunk, his eyebags deep, his cheeks flushed, and when you finally made eye contact he chuckled in disbelief.
“You’re so perfect baby.” He whispered as he again fell into your shoulder, pulling you in tightly to hug you.
Your eyebrows raised in shock, surprised by his sudden act of submission.
“Yea?” You question, comforting him as your fingers twirled through loose strands of his hair.
He pulls back, this time leaning his head back, his eyes narrowing as his adams apple pokes out, catching your attention.
Suddenly he was back to the Shane you knew.
At the sound of the knock, both of your heads swing to the left, immediately locking eyes with the front door.
“Y/N? Shane? You guys in there?”
You turn back to face each other at the sound of your fathers voice, the same expression drawn on your faces, you were mortified.
This could've gone on way longer so I just ended it on a cliffhanger of sorts! Thank you for reading!
Sorry if there are imperfections or plot holes, I was delirious when I wrote this, also it's my first time writing smut so sorry if it's inaccurate! 💋
