warnings: nsfw!!! +18, fem!reader, no apocalypse au, older!shane implied (calls himself old man), pet names (sugar, sweet pea, needy girl, baby, angel), doggystyle, creampie (pls wrap it guys), dirty talk, lmk if i forgot something 🙈
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shane loves doggystyle; it’s a simple fact. don’t get him wrong, he’s a fan of every position and it isn’t to say he doesn’t want to look at your face when you both fuck. he thinks you look good all the time, but it’s too mushy and touchy-feely to admit.
but there’s something about you, on your stomach with your knees propping your ass perfectly for him. it’s the way your back arches, the way your hair is tousled and your hands grip the bedsheets because you know how hard he is to take.
he loves to slap his cock through your folds to watch the soft jump of your hips and hear the needy whine for him to stop teasing.
“needy girl,” he’d retort, a wolfish grin on his face when he holds the base of his cock and guides it between those puffy folds. “can’t be patient.” he adds when he finally pushes in.
he has to take a steady inhale— you’re just so tight and warm and needy that he has to remind himself to give you time to adjust to his length. his hands move to your hips, your ass. he gropes the supple globes of your ass so he can hold them back and watch your pussy just suck him in. he swears it’s hypnotic how your folds just stretch around his girth.
“atta girl…” he groans as he starts with short and shallow thrusts. “that’s it… take it, cmon, i know you can.” he whispers when you start to whine about how big he is. regardless, he’s patient, because he knows that once you’re properly stretched, you get just as horny as he does.
he can tell when you’re ready because you’ll start fucking yourself back onto him. face buried in the mattress and your hips pushing back to fuck his cock. he thinks you look heavenly like this, when you take what you want.
“yeah, fuck yourself on my cock,” he grunts. his hands don’t guide, don’t do anything but touch your soft skin. he won’t fuck you until you beg— he’s a tease just as much as you are.
once you’ve pleaded enough to stroke his ego, he’ll hold you down by the hips. “can’t fucking do it yourself,” he’ll mock. “just need your old man to do it for you, like always.”
this is when he starts being mean. when his hips start rutting into you and his hands grip so hard bruises start to bloom. his cock drags heavy in and out of you, so big he hits spots nobody else has touched.
your face smushes into the pillow, hands unable to keep supporting you’re upper body with how hard he’s fucking you. it only lasts for a minute before his bicep is wrapping around your throat to hold you against his chest like some sort of toy meant to take his cock.
drawn out whines fall from your mouth, in time with his deep thrusts. his head hooks over your shoulder, his grunts directly into your ear. “so fucking tight, baby, pussy’s sucking me in.” he grits out, a sloppy kiss pressed to your jaw. he can tell you’re getting closer; he can feel himself getting closer, too.
his other arm, the one that isn’t wrapped around your throat, reaches between your legs to swirl around your clit. it earns a sharp, choked whine from you while your eyes flutter to the back of your head. a few more of his perfectly times thrusts and you’re creaming all over his girth, squealing as that hot pleasure pumps through your veins, between your thighs. your pussy clenches so obscenely around him that it has his balls tightening and hot spurts of cum painting your walls.
he groans, his forehead pressed to your spine as he comes down from an orgasm that only you can pull out of him. he stays there a moment longer to catch his breath, a soft kiss is pressed to the skin there before he leans back up straight. he sees you so beautifully right now: hair tousled, glazed over eyes, a heavenly flush over your face as you melt into the mattress beneath you.
“so beautiful, angel,” he murmurs as he starts to pull out, watching his cum start to spill out of that ruined hole.
