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moonalumi · 3 months
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i need them all so bad omfgggggg i have a type
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strawberrybound · 8 months
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my breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert <3
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ourautumn86 · 7 months
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puppy love
dad’s bf shane mccutcheon x fem! reader
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pt2
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.
and how much you wanted to do it again…
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a/n; 😶‍🌫️
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GIRL DINNER!!!! GIRL DINNER!!! GIRLLL DINNER!!
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vvampirelust · 5 months
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thinking about hooking up with shane mccutcheon…
warnings: smut, top!shane, fingering (r!receiving), thigh riding (kinda), dirty bathrooms, not proof read
It’s typical. 
“Can I bum one?” that gravel-like voice asks the question which started it all. Your eyes flick from your freshly-lit cigarette to her. Holy shit. Instinctive alarm bells blare at the mere sight of her. She was hot. hot . hot. The straight-up definition of heartbreaker right before your eyes. And she had sauntered over to you, with a lilt of allure in her tone and a darkness in her half covered eyes, framed by the shaggy locks both jutting out and poking against her face. 
You take a drag yourself whilst digging out the pack from your pocket and handing it over to the strangely attractive stranger. “Thank you,” she nods, “Really. What’s your name?” the stranger asks, taking out a cigarette and pressing the end between her lips. You tell her without a second thought and her expression softens instantly. It’s a well performed move. Almost unnoticeable. That smile is so convincing, it's as if this girl has fallen in love simply by hearing your name. And who knows, maybe she has. At least for the moment.  Any other instance and you would have obeyed the waving red flag above her head. But tonight, it seems to be working for you. “That’s very pretty.  Suits you” she flirts, trading the pack with your lighter. Skin meets skin for a wavering moment. “I’m Shane.” 
Oh, yeah. Even if you wind up as just another name in an endless cycle, you couldn’t find it in you to care. 
It's fitting. 
The dimly lit, sleazy, bathroom of the bar you were outside. The countless cell phone numbers and names stained on the previously dull walls give a hint into the amount of sins committed inside this bathroom. If only walls could talk. 
You hope this sin is cherished. 
Shane presses you against the nearest surface found since stumbling through the door. Her hands shamelessly wander your body, running up your back, squeezing your waist, hoisting your thigh up to rest at her hip. “You want this?” she breathes against the corner of your mouth. You nod as you let out a sigh of her name. Sweet on your lips. A hushed secret. Your hands run up Shane’s clothed chest, circling her shoulders on your fingers path into her hair. Shane hums,  eyes seeking yours at the call of her name, so attentive in their search of your expression. 
“Please kiss me.” 
You watch Shane’s mouth curl like the flick of a cat's tail. She’s looking at your own mouth, leaning closer in search of the feeling of your lips. Shane kisses you hungrily, expertly. Her lips are surprisingly soft, and warm suckling on your bottom lip, tongue peeking out, already desperate for more. She wastes no time in sliding her tongue into your mouth, moaning lustfully when you meet her with a fierce passion. 
Tongues dance and swap spit as Shane pushes your dress up around your hips, fingers teasingly skimming the skin above your lacy waistband. Your fingers tug on her hair, eliciting more huffs to mould with your breathy whines. “Mm fuck” Shane mutters,  saliva connecting your mouths as she tilts her head down; Shane’s eyes dart continuously between your face and her hand sliding into your panties, “You’re so fuckin’ hot, and wet.” She cups your cunt, gasping in unison with you, “S’that for me?” 
Your chin dips, burying your face into Shane’s neck. You pepper kisses across her skin, becoming hooked onto her scent while playfully mumbling, “No shit.” In truth, you’re shielding your composure, breath not-so-secretly hitching as Shane’s long, slender finger teases your hole in slow circles, tempting you with the fantasy of her just stuffing you. 
Shane doesn’t seem too pleased with your response, chuckling softly, “Oh, is that how it is?” she asks with a layer of sass within her tone. You spot a foxy smirk on her lips, looking up at her with hazy eyes as Shane sinks two fingers into your cunt, cooing “yeah?” her voice rasps in a way that makes your tummy flutter, clenching tightly. And she can feel it. 
Hot breath fans over Shane’s neck - casting a shiver down her spine - as you moan loudly, latching your teeth into her as if you were a vampire. She sets off at a relentless pace, finger-fucking you in the bar bathroom the way she’s expected to. 
There’s no denying, she knows what she’s doing. 
It’s evident in the amount of pleasure pulsing….everywhere. Shane’s hips rut in time with the pace of her thrusts, making the experience that much more overwhelming. Small whines escape as you pant against her neck, tongue lapping in the motions of a french kiss. 
The sounds are driving her insane. Shane’s clit throbs in her too tight jeans, out of time with the pulsing of your silky walls around her fingers. Non-stop feeling. Shane huffs, shuffling her feet around yours so that she can rut her crotch against your thigh, allowing her jeans to squeeze her nub perfectly. “Ah- shit!” 
As your head falls back, your hand drops down to grope at Shane, cupping where the crease of her ass and her thigh meet. Shane chases you, lips finding yours once again to feel your pathetic moans passing into her mouth. Her thumb is bent at just the right angle in her palm to rub your clit as she curls and pushes her fingers deeper into you. If it causes any discomfort, she shows no sign of it. Too focused on making you reach your peak. 
She sucks on your tongue, savouring your taste in her mouth. It's messy.  Frantic. Slutty.  but it's winding you both up faster than you thought possible. You subconsciously rise onto your tiptoes, tingling from the intense stimulation. “Don’t run, baby,” Shane’s free arm wraps around your waist, holding you close to her, her fingers refusing to give up on that spot inside you. 
Shane groans in annoyance when a sharp knock manages to overpower the music and your moans. “Fuck off!” she shouts over her shoulder, head whipping right back to you. 
“Y’close, babe?” her tone changes like a switch, throaty coo back in her voice, “Your gettin’ tighter…” 
You hate how smug she is. But there’s no shame to admit she’s not wrong. The risk of being caught seemed to set your nerves on override, dialling your body heat to the fullest. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop” you chant, “please. gonna cum, fuck fuck.” 
A moan slips from Shane’s mouth into yours, hearing the mix of how wet you sound along with how badly you want release. She’s right there too. Humping herself on your thigh is about to have her making a mess of her cotton panties. Most likely soaked through and through. 
“It’s good, yeah? Cum, babe, cum with me,” she mutters out through pleasured grunts, forehead pushing against yours as euphoria threatens to crash into this random room. Shane can feel your slick pooling in her palm and she lets go, cursing huskily and trembling. 
Your orgasm causes your body to still, wave after wave of pleasure coursing frantically inside of you. Arms hugging Shane close, you ride out your highs together, panting into one another’s mouths. Speaking in a tongue of lust. Moans passing back and forth, heads growing fuzzier as the music thumps through the walls of the bar. 
Shane’s body leans into yours, chin falling to your shoulder as her fingers come to a halt within you. The sudden emptiness is gut wrenching but the constant banging on the bathroom doors offers little time for small talk. “Oh my god,” you breathe out, bursting into laughter with the girl who just made you see stars. 
She’s still grinning when she sticks her drenched fingers into her mouth, sucking off your cum. Your own laugh falters, panties feeling impossibly damp impossibly fast. Shane almost snorts, “Don’t look at me like that,” despite her voice sounds serious. 
Head cocked to look down at you, Shane’s free hand reaches up to brush your hair back into place. “This was fun,” you say, tugging the hem of your dress down to where it should be. 
“Yeah,” Shane nods. She licks her lips as she takes what you guess as her last look at you
“Maybe I’ll see you around.” 
ignore me posting this earlier…
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SHANE McCUTCHEON in THE L WORD ∟ 5.04 Let’s Get This Party Started
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latinaluxlisbon · 8 months
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this is my gf btw if u even care i need her so bad
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S02E02 // S03E02
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aphroditesdoll · 6 months
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faiiry’s fic reccs!
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disclaimer: these are mostly nsfw/smut, you’ve been warned. mdni.
characters: abby anderson, shane mccutcheon, ellie willams.
a/n: i think all of these writers are amazing but i’ll rate my top favorites at the bottom! :)
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abby anderson 🐇🍒🍀
- suprise visit by atomicami
- sweeter than candy by elsdolly
- will you let me show you by angels4abby
- loosen up by ourautumn86
- size kink abby by wrtinginblood
- dating bestfriends sister! abby by millersaurora
- bsf! abby anderson by dollyhao
- my kind of love by zombholic
- trash talk by gracieheartspedro
- pregnant w/ abby (can’t remember by who)
- texts w/ doctor! abby by eightstarr
- come over by ourautumn86
- you’re gonna forget she ever existed by sxyiva
- lavender haze by angelkhi
- 30 minutes by ourautumn86
- special snapshot by atomicami
- yes ms anderson by abbysvictim
ellabs & reader 🐇🍒🍀
- vampire! ellie x werewolf! abby by coeurify
- pretty little things by angelkissiies
- ex! ellabs x fem! reader by beforeimdeceased
- nerd! abby gf! ellie x fem! reader by abbyscherry
- ellabs hogwarts au by savannahsdeath
ellie williams 🐇🍒🍀
- 1 million subscriber special by catfern
- try it on by moncherellie (w audios)
- crybaby by beforeimdeceased
- you love it when i play with you by ourautumn86
- god forgive me by baptismbaby
- one of your girls by lovelettersfromluna
- consume by beforeimdeceased
- sweet tooth by beforeimdeceased
shane mccutcheon 🐇
- rich stress by ourautumn86
- puppy love by ourautumn86
my top 3: suprise visit, sweeter than candy, and puppy love!
a/n: WE NEED MORE SHANE!! why is ourautumn86 the only one i see writing her??? i wrote some of these usernames so much they’re saved in my keyboard now. anyway i mainly wrote this so i can go back to my favs! will be updating probably constantly <3
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olliesasimplething · 7 months
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ellie as shane from the L word 😣😣 pls
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I'm gonna be honest, I've never watched the L word
I tried a more fem approach but masc Ellie always pops up lmao
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munamania · 1 year
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common shane dyke moment
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ourautumn86 · 3 months
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Shane spiting in your mouth sound kinda…. ya know hahahaha 😜😜🙏🙏🙏
swallow
shane mccutcheon x fem reader!
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cw; +18 content, minors dni!, oral sex (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), spitting, cum play, cum swallowing, making out…
she’s nasty with it. eating you out with so much precision it’s making you shiver in pleasure, whining and pulling at her messy brunette hair as your hips thrust against her tongue, plunging inside of you to scoop out your sweet release.
“fuck, shane.” you breathily moaned, hearing her hum against your clit, making you cry out at the feeling of the vibrations.
she sucked harder on your nub, your back arching when her middle finger pushed inside your tight warm walls, curling and thrusting right against your g spot. you let out a gasp, and she chuckled.
“oh, yeah? right there, huh?” she curled it again, and you whimpered.
you hummed and she cooed, pushing her ring finger inside with her middle, stretching you out and curling them as she went back to lapping at your folds and sucking at your clit.
“gonna cum.” you cried out, pulling at her hair, and she went faster, harder, just how you needed it to have you falling apart with a scream. she looked up at you with her green beautiful eyes to take in the moment in which you soaked her fingers, creaming for her with a slack jaw and furrowed eyebrows. she worked you through it, making sure to milk out of you the last drop of your cum before pulling her finger out and cleaning you up with her tongue. you trembled in overstimulation, watery dazed eyes staring at her when she climbed on top of you, sucking on her fingers to collect your sweet slick inside her mouth.
she tapped your chin, pulling down on your bottom lip for you to open your mouth for her, which you did, moaning when you felt her spit inside of it, when you tasted your own cum from her mouth. she then leaned down and pushed her tongue inside, kissing you with a hunger that left your thighs shaking and your pussy throbbing in a renewed need.
“tastes good, hm?” she whispered against your lips, and you nodded. “swallow for me, baby.” she ordered, and you followed, making her hum. “good girl.”
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a/n; i will stop writing from tlou to join the boycott! to keep the blog going i will focus on other characters like shane from the l world, or vi from arcane (i think???) anyways. hope you enjoy this. also remember to keep talking about palestine and gaza!!!🩵
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I love them so bad, this isn't fair
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vvampirelust · 3 months
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just thinking about how passionate tribbing w Shane would be…. 
warnings: smut, tribbing/scissoring... uuhh yeh thats it
So desperate. So close. Shane’s hands pulling your hips into her. “Need to feel your pussy. fuck, come here,”  she begs, voice wavering on the edge of breaking. It’s not even about making each other cum. Shane’s obsessed with the way your soft, wet cunt feels grinding against hers. Fitting like two pieces of a puzzle. 
You’re buried within her shoulder when you ask, “Yeah?” and Shane throbs when she hears the breathiness in your voice. Shane meets the next slide of your pussy over hers, your slick catching her hooded clit in a way that makes her moan out, fingertips pressing deeper into your skin, “Just like that, yeah.” Sound turning guttural when her head falls back on the pillows. So, you pounce, lips finding Shane’s neck in an open-mouthed kiss, mumbling, “M’right here, baby,” your voice sultry, the need for her evident. Especially as you fuck yourself against her with more force than before, dragging out your own whiney moans, muffling hotly into her skin. 
“Gonna fuck you so good,” you whimper, bumping your clit into hers. Shane chases the sensation, hips rising in a rut to kiss your nub yet again. A soft chuckle leaves Shane, teasing tone in her voice, “Oh really?” Mouth working upwards, you trail wet, hot kisses along her neck, reaching the sensitive spot beneath her ear. 
Shane’s gasp is drawn out into a near pathetic whine when you angle your hips to properly sit your cunt atop hers. “Uh huh,” grinding slowly, an elicit squelch can be heard from where you meet. Messy pussies seeking out each other’s heat. Tilting her head towards you, fingers sweep back the hair from Shane’s damp forehead, allowing you to look down at that pretty, fucked out face of hers. “You like that?” 
“You know I do,” she groans, “best pussy I’ve ever had babe.” Grinning, you kiss her then, giggling as Shane’s mouth drops open so she can fight your tongue for control. Muffled noises of pleasure are passed back and forth, swallowing each moan with fervour. You savour the taste of her tongue, the feeling of the wet muscle swirling with yours, exploring your mouth like she’s done countless times before. Yet each kiss somehow feels like the first. The pace of your thrusts quicken, becoming lost within your need to feel her, to please her. Her breathy whimpers only drive your hips with more urge, swollen and sensitive clits grinding so perfectly. Shane wraps herself around you, hands sliding up your bare back, clutching your body to hers. “Fuck, fuck baby,” she breaks the kiss to mutter against your lips,  “don’t stop.” 
With a shake of your head, you reassure her, “I’m not stopping…pussy’s too good,” you coo, watching the way her brows furrow, eyes threatening to close as the pleasure builds. “I wanna make you cum,” You tell her, proving so in how your cunt presses to hers. 
Shane moans out, back beginning to arc off the bed. “Shit…okay. Make me cum babe.” 
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valeisaslut · 8 months
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the morning is the muse-mdni (+18)
clic to read pt.1!
⚢ pairing: Shane McCutcheon (The L Word, 2004) x Reader 𖥔 ݁ ˖
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ෆ synopsis: after the heated events of the night before, Shane and y/n try to make it pass as a one night thing, but feelings get in the way. It's your turn to realize that Shane is someone quite difficult to avoid 𖥔 ݁ ˖
⭑ word count: 2.12k 𖥔 ݁ ˖
♱ content: smut (nsfw), dom! Shane, sub! reader, oral sex (r!receiving), fingering, cum eating, jealousy, cursing, Shane and y/n are smokers, pet names, etc. MDNI!! 𖥔 ݁ ˖
꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ Hii! first of all, thank you all so so so much for all the support in my first fic! I honestly wrote it more for myself than for it to be popular and i didn't expect all those kind beautiful messages and so many people asking me to write a pt.2! So here it is, I really hope you like it as much as i did. Sorry in advance if there are some misspelling or writing mistakes, english isn't my first language and I will be happy to receive constructive criticism! 𖥔 ݁ ˖
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The dim and warm morning light seeped through the curtains of Shane's department, reaching your eyes and waking you from your slumber in a slow manner.
As you languidly opened your eyes, you started scanning your surroundings, not immediately comprehending your present location. However, in a matter of seconds, the flashbacks of the previous night hit you like a bus and a slight blush painted your cheeks.
The first thought of your sleepy head was to make sure of Shane's presence in the bed, so you rolled up to the other side, only to discover her absence.
You looked around the room, slightly confused but not really surprised. It was something that you could expect from a one night stand.
"Shane...?" you mumbled softly, still giving it a chance to dismiss your internal thoughts.
"maybe she just went and expects me to leave before she comes back" your inner voice echoed.
You were only in your panties, so you sat up and stretched your arms, letting out a soft sigh. You were ready to get dressed and start your walk of shame as soon as possible, but a sound coming from the kitchen stopped you in your tracks.
You felt footsteps coming towards the room, so you covered yourself with the sheets again. The door creaked open, revealing Shane's long and slim figure. She had two different colored mugs, one on each of her hands and a cigarette dangled from her lips.
She was wearing only a white tank shirt and black panties, her jet black hair all messy and her eyes were slightly black from the remnants of smudged makeup (that she didn't correctly remove after your shared shower).
Without a doubt, she was the hottest girl you had ever hooked up with.
"hey, you already up" Shane said, with an even deeper than usual morning voice, she came closer to you and offered you the cup "I was making myself coffee and I made some for you too, if you want it"
"oh, thanks" you said as you took the coffee and leaned back on the bed, sipping it and letting out a soft sigh of pleasure "I really needed that, thank you again, you really didn't have to"
Shane looked at you while taking a long drag on her cigarette, the morning light perfectly illuminating your face and your locks with a serene aura. Then her gaze went a little lower, discovering your bare body covered only by the almost sheer sheets.
"my pleasure" she responded to your gratitude with an alluring manner, giving you her very renowned Shane smirk.
You looked down at your cup, chuckling when you realized what was written in it.
"Best. lesbian. ever."
"nice mug you have here" you said, turning it around to show her the quote, making her laugh too "i'm gonna need the address of the place where you got this. immediately"
"I have no idea 'cause I actually didn't bought it" she responds to your request "it was a joke from my friend, she gave me that as a birthday gift last year"
"the quote is true tho" you remarked, still chuckling as Shane drew nearer, giving you a cute peck on the lips. "hell yeah it is" she purred, planting another kiss upon you, her passion and eagerness growing with each passing moment.
You reciprocated with the same initiative, as Shane put out her almost finished cigarette on the ashtray that laid on the nightstand. Both of you left your mugs too, quickly forgetting the coffee.
You sat up on your forearms and Shane crawled up over you, placing one of her hands on the mattress while the other one moved to your nape, deepening the kiss.
You placed your hand on Shane's waist, caressing the soft flesh as her kisses went lower, nibbling upon the sensitive skin of your neck and licking the already dark marks from last night.
Her hands traced lower, softly gripping your breasts and she separated from the kiss to attach her mouth to your nipple, sucking on it and squeezing the other.
She slowly moved towards your legs, her body getting closer until she was on her knees in front of you. As she did that, she gave you a look full of lust, her lips kissing and her hands gripping the supple flesh of your inner thighs.
With each second passing, the dampness in your panties grew more, yearning to be pleased. As a reflex, you attempted to close your legs, but her strong grip kept them firmly in place.
"be a good girl and spread your legs" she deeply whispered, and you complied without complaint. Her voice slightly muffled by her lips grazing your thighs, getting closer and closer to your sensitive spot.
You audibly moaned as her tongue touched the drenched fabric of your undergarments, licking a long stripe and sucking your wetness. Her teeth grasped the waistband of your panties, slowly drawing them down your legs with her mouth.
The sight was absolutely alluring, and turned you into a whimpering mess. Her hands squeezed your flesh once more and her mouth met your bare pussy, eliciting a resounding gasp from your lips.
She began to suck loudly on your clit as your head fell back in ecstasy, your eyes darted shut as you firmly grip her hair.
"Fuck! don't stop" you moan and as if that weren't enough, her deft fingers found their way to your sensitive nipple, teasing and twisting it.
“you like that, baby?” she whispered, her deep voice muffled by your pussy. The room was filled with the sultry wet sounds, causing you to writhe beneath her touch.
“oh god Shane” your moans only seem to heighten her desire, making her more eager, almost pussy drunk. She eats you out like she is a woman starved, and you are her last meal.
A broken "fuck" escaped from your lips the moment when her hot tongue started intercalating between fucking you and flattening against your clit, knowing that it was over for you.
Somehow, she delves her fingers into the mess and the overwhelming stimulation quickly drove you to the edge, making you cum all over her mouth with loud and broken whimpers, one of your hands gripping the sheets and the other roughly pulling Shane's hair.
A shiver courses through your spine when she used her tongue to clean up every last drop of your release, her fingers still inside of you, moving slowly to extend your high as much as possible.
After you calm down from your high, Shane hovered over you and pressed sweet kisses on your open, breathless mouth. She removed her fingers and sucked them clean before helping you pull up your panties again.
"i love the way you taste" Shane whispers in your ear, and you swore you could hear her smirk. You were just about to reply, but you both stopped your movements at the loud sound of knocking on the door.
"cominggg" Shane lazily said, putting on the first pair of pants and socks she found laying on the floor. She walked out of the room and the next thing you heard was the door creaking open.
"hey Shane, sorry to wake you up" a womanly voice says "I just dropped by to ask you if you could give me back my bra from yesterday, it's my favorite"
"oh, hey Laura.. uhh yeah, jus gimme me one second and I'll look for it" you hear Shane say as you felt her footsteps coming near the room.
You can't help being embarrassed, it makes you feel kinda ridiculous laying naked in a bed that yesterday was filled for another girl, so you start putting your clothes on and grabbing one of Shane's cigarettes, lighting it and taking a drag.
"It shouldn't bother me so much. it was just a one time thing. with a stranger. It doesn't mean anything, so why do I feel like this? god im so fucking stupid" your mind echoed while you got dressed as fast as you could.
Shane walked into the room, not even looking at you and just focusing on finding that piece. She opened a drawer and took out a pink, lacy, probably D-cup bra and just walked out. Your mind couldn't find a moment where you had felt more uncomfortable than this.
"found it, there you go" you heard her say "thanks babe, call me later" the girl replied.
"sure.... see you around" Shane responded, and you can quickly feel her closing the door and her steps coming closer again. You took a drag of your cigarette and grabbed your purse.
"hey hey, you are going already?" Shane confusedly leaned on the door frame while you were putting your clothes on, her eyes still lingering at your body.
"um, yeah" you responded while your mind struggled to make an excuse and tried to sound the most unbothered it could. "I forgot I have... a deadline today, so yeah.... i'm out, sorry"
"oh, ok" she said, kinda weirded out by your sudden attitude, but still understanding. You took another long drag, trying to figure out your next words.
"hope I see you around, some of these days" you say as you turn around to put out your cigarette in the ashtray. Your words were genuine, but at the same time you didn't know if you wanted to see her again. Your head was a complete mess.
"yeah, me too" she got closer to caress your check and give you a peck on the lips, smiling at you. You swore you saw her eyes slightly glint, but didn't give it too much importance.
You both said your goodbyes with a bittersweet taste on your mouths and as soon as you were on the elevator, you took out your phone and called your best friend Alice.
"Hey Al, wanna go to the Planet for coffee in like, 10 minutes?"
"so yeah, all that happened" you and Alice were sitting at a small table outside, both with coffees in your hands.
"well, that explains the hickeys all over your neck" she said, pointing out the dark fresh marks decorating your neck and collarbones.
"oh my god, are they THAT obvious?!" you responded covering your neck with your hands, completely embarrassed.
"I noticed them as soon as you walked in, you are gonna have to invest on some good concealer or a scarf" you laughed at her remark, but your laughter stopped the moment you saw Shane walking in.
"fuck, that is the girl I hooked up with last night!" you whispered to Alice, pointing at her under the table and trying to hide your face. Al turned to look at Shane's direction, and then turned again to look at you with wide eyes and a shocked expression.
"Shane?! You arrived from New York one fucking week ago and Shane already fucked you?? this is so fucking ridiculous, its like she has a radar for every girl she hasn't fucked yet!"
"shut up, Al! shit, she's coming, act normal" you said, freaking out.
"hey guys, didn't expect to see you here" Shane said, greeting you with a confused look on her face. Then, her eyes fell to your neck, noticing the dark hickeys and smirking.
"um, yeah... I just decided to grab a quick coffee with my friend on the way, Shane, this is Alice- " you nervously said.
"yeah, I know, we are very close" Shane says "unfortunately" Alice replies.
"well, see you both around, wish you luck with your deadline y/n" she says with a kind of sarcastic tone and turned around to go with Marina, Shane's shot of espresso already in her hand.
"what a tiny and crazy little world" you say, trying to process everything that happened in just an hour.
"crazy, yes.. but not tiny" Alice responds with a smirk on her face, already thinking of linking you to Shane and expanding her board.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。
clic to read pt.1!
guysss please let me know if you want a part 3 and I will happily write it! I already have a lot of ideas. Hope you enjoyed and I'm very grateful for every repost, like or share you want to give.
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𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔻𝔼𝔸𝕋ℍ 𝕆𝔽 ℙ𝔼𝔸ℂ𝔼 𝕆𝔽 𝕄𝕀ℕ𝔻
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<<Shane McCutcheon x Fem!Reader>>
Sinopsis: Shane though that she had everything under control, that until she met you and her icy heart and reckless mind made short circuit and now she is fucked up.
Warning: smut, fingering, oral sex, Shane receiving. 18+ minors dni!
You were driving her crazy. Every sigh, every laugh, every look from you drove her crazy. And she didn't know why.
Your eyes look at her in a way that made her tremble, and the worst thing was that you didn't even try. Your touch made her skin crawl with just a touch, and your voice made her fly through space.
Since that night she met you, it was as if you were a magnet that forced her to come closer. Your hips moving from side to side on the dance floor. Surrounded by people, dancing alone but with a hint of confidence and danger.
You were one in a lot of people dancing in the same place, but you... you had a very special light illuminating you.
"Hey..." was the first thing she said to you as she approached you with one of her many charming smiles, while still looking at your hips. When you turned and locked eyes with her, she felt the music stop.
"Hi." You told her in a sweet and lively tone, inviting her to dance with you with a single look. Shane took a sip of her beer and moved closer to you to start dancing without any worry... not knowing that that night she would fall into temptation.
She could only remember the sweet sound of your moans against her ear every time she slid her fingers in and out of you. How your hands flew to her hair and tugged at it as you tilted your head back, exposing your neck to her.
"Shane..." her name leaving your lips made her body shake in ecstasy.
That night... she remembered it like the back of her hand. Every touch, every kiss, every moan. And she knew in that moment that she needed more, more from you.
Once, twice, three, four times. Shane had already lost count of how many times she had had you under her, or on top, riding her while she grabbed your hips and her mouth watered just watching how your tits bounced in time with her thrusts.
"Fuck, yes yes yes... Shane..." your eyes were rolling to the back of your head and all she could think about was how beautiful you looked like that. Completely vulnerable to her mercy.
She had had many girls in that position, but none of them reached your heels. Shane could swear she would never get tired of seeing you covered in sweat and sighing while her hands traced your entire body ~which she had already memorized like a map~.
Every mole, every tattoo, every scar. She kissed them as if they were a work of art. Every part that complemented you was a work of art.
"Do you like it? Do you like how I fuck you with my fingers? How I play with your little pussy, baby?" She asked in your ear while her index and middle fingers were inside your pretty pussy, and her thumb drew circles on your clit.
Shane loved seeing how your legs flexed with pleasure, your back arched and your hips rose, making her have to immobilize them with her free hand. She also loved using her tongue, slowly and deliciously penetrating you with her pink muscle and feeling your thighs squeeze the sides of her face.
She moaned in pleasure as your hands ran to her short hair and your fingers tangled in her strands.
"Fuck, you're a delight." She said, leaving wet kisses and bites along your thighs as they trembled from the third consecutive orgasm. Then she would go back to sucking on your clit, chuckling as you let out a squeal from the overstimulation.
Your makeup ruined by your pretty tears rolling down your face. Your taste was sweet like honey and your touch as soft as silk.
Every time her arms wrapped around you, her hunger for you increased. Every time you weren't around her, you were the only thing on her mind.
"We're just casual." She said with a shrug as she took a sip of her espresso looking at her friends.
"Since when are you casual with a girl?" Alice asked letting out a small laugh.
"Casual for who you are, it must be like getting married." Dana joked and Shane rolled his eyes.
"Ha ha, very funny." A girl passed by her and gave her a flirtatious smile along with a wink. That reaction would usually make Shane smile and instantly move closer to start flirting. But it didn't happen. She stayed in her place and looked away to continue drinking her espresso.
It wasn't your eyes, it wasn't your smile, if it wasn't you there was no reaction on her part.
"Why? Why? Fuck...why?" She wondered, looking at the ceiling of her room while the smoke from the cig between her lips formed waves through the air.
She wanted to convince herself that what drove her crazy about you was the way your body moved, and the way you pushed her to the limit in bed. But I knew it was something deeper.
With other girls it was easy. She fucked them, and then left without even saying goodbye. But with you it was different, she felt like she owed you an explanation, that your time was valuable, and knowing that you were spending it on her made her feel important. You were the true death to her peace of mind. Because with you, she had absolutely nothing under control.
Having you asleep on her chest after fucking again and again, while the moonlight illuminated your relaxed face, made her heart go crazy.
That's why she made the decision to walk away, to cut you off from her life. She didn't answer your messages again, your calls, even when she bumped into you on the street she turned around and left, feeling her heart burn when she saw your expression of pain.
You didn't understand her behavior, you had done everything right... haven't you?
"No love, just casual sex."
You remembered her words as if she had tattooed them on your forehead. And that's exactly what you did. You never showed the affection you had for her. You never took a wrong step, showing the true feeling she made you feel.
The butterflies in your stomach and the dizziness in your head when you saw her and smelled her aroma.
Her bed began to feel cold, icy. Every night she shook, unable to sleep, remembering how she used to shake but from pure pleasure, while you wrapped your legs around her waist.
"Shane." She could hear your voice as if you were next to her, but you weren't. Not anymore. She listened to your laughter bounce off the walls, and your breath on the back of her neck.
"Do you miss me Shane? I know you do, love." You weren't there, but it felt so real.
She ran her hands over her face in frustration and decided to light another cigarette, trying to calm her heart.
She tried with more women as well. One after another, they fell on her bed, moaned, trembled, ended in orgasms and with smiles on their faces, but for Shane nothing was enough. Nobody compared to you.
She missed the way you said her name. The way you would bend, the way you would break into million pieces and then go back to one piece.
"What's wrong with you? You look like shit." Alice told her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
Shane looked at her and blinked several times, snapping out of her trance.
"Hm?" She asked disoriented. Alice raised an eyebrow at the rest of the group, knowing that something was clearly going on with the brunette.
"You've been in your world for over a week." Bette said, frowning.
"Is something worrying you?" Tina asked, trying to get her friend to open up.
Shane shook her head. "Everything is fine, girls." She assured.
Bun nothing was right. It was no longer a question of fucking you. Shane wanted to possess you completely. You were everything she wanted and needed. Just by seeing you from a distance she was sure that her day could get better. But at the same time she was refusing to let herself fall into temptation again.
It was an endless, toxic cycle that repeated itself in her head. It wasn't your fault, it wasn't your fault that you were her addiction.
She walked from one end of her room to the other without stopping, she had already lost count of how many times she had done it.
She ran her hands through her hair exasperatedly and let out a cry of frustration. She was trying with all her strength, not to want you by her side again. Not needing to feel your skin against hers.
But it wasn't working, and she began to feel her fingers tremble in desperation to have you again.
"Shane... come back to me." Your voice echoed in her head.
"Fuck fuck... FUCK." Came out of her mouth and without another thought, she grabbed her car keys and headed out the door.
You were sitting next to your kitchen counter, a glass of wine rested in your left hand and the morning newspaper in your right. You only had on panties and sandals. Why have more clothes when you are alone in your house.
The sun had just risen and you had had trouble falling asleep, so at 6 AM you were already awake starting your day.
A loud knock was heard on your door and your head peeked above the newspaper with a raised eyebrow. You took one more sip of your wine, grabbed the shirt thrown on the chair next to you, and then headed to the entrance of your house.
You buttoned two buttons on your shirt and then massaged your temples before opening the door. Who could be fucking around at this hour?
Maybe it was your best friend Clara, who had told you to go have breakfast together since she was also awake.
But not. It wasn't Clara, or the postman, or your neighbor Nathan to bring you freshly baked cookies. It was Shane.
She was wearing a dark gray tank top with black pants and boots. Her breathing was accelerated as if she had run for half an hour and her hair was messy, giving her that sexy touch.
Her gaze went straight to your bare thighs and you heard her swallow. You frowned, not knowing why she was there, and a little annoyed that she showed up at your door after pretending you didn't exist.
"Can I help you?" You asked in an icy tone, leaning against the door.
Shane snapped out of her trance and returned her gaze to your face. The face she swore was carved by the gods.
“I…” she trailed off, and you let out a sigh. You weren't up for her nonsense.
"Speak, or I'll slam the door in your face." You said bluntly.
"I need you." She said and looked at you with pleading eyes.
"What was that?" You asked, frowning.
"I need you." She exclaimed and then pronounced your name slowly, tasting it on her lips.
"Go and fuck another girl if you're so desperate." You said with a shrug.
"No, you don't understand. And I don't understand it either." She clutched the bridge of her nose in frustration. "I need you... with me."
You wanted to laugh, thinking she was playing a joke on you.
"You, Shane break-hearts-without-looking-back McCutcheon, with a reputation as a womanizer and no affectionate ties, needs me?" You asked, crossing your arms.
"Please let me come in and let's talk." She asked you, rather by her tone she begged you.
And you thought about it, you thought about it very well before giving her an answer.
"Alright... come in." You said making room for her at the door to enter.
Her features relaxed quite a bit knowing that you would give her the opportunity to have a conversation.
You closed the door and stared at the back of her head, almost shooting lightning bolts through your eyes. You were still very angry, and you would let her know that.
But you were different from her, you were more strategic, more stealthy with your movements. No doubt she would know how upset you were, and would pay the consequences, but for now you would let her talk.
"So?" You asked tilting your head.
"I can't stop thinking about you. In your voice, in your look, in your smile... you, simply you." She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "I know I have no right to demand anything from you, I was the one who walked away after all. But, you just don't stop running through my head every second of my day and I can't take it anymore."
"What do you want from me? Call me again every night at 3 AM to come to your house and fuck until 8 AM?" You asked her and took another sip.
"At first, I thought I just missed sex with you, but it wasn't just that. I miss everything about you." Shane said your name again and you felt a shiver go down your spine. Your name on her lips could make you cum in seconds. "You're not like any other girl I've ever met. You're special, and I knew it from the first moment I saw you, but I guess at the time I didn't know that I'd find myself begging you for a second chance months later."
"I didn't hear you beg." You said and Shane bit her lip.
"Do you want me to beg?" She asked you, and you knew in that moment that you had her exactly where you wanted her.
"Hmm... later." You took the last sip of your wine and left it on the coffee table to get up from the couch and start walking around the living room.
You felt her eyes on you the entire time you moved. You didn't say a single word, knowing how unsettled Shane was, not knowing what was going through your mind at that moment. And you could only enjoy having her in the palm of your hand.
"How long have you been feeling like this?" You asked suddenly and turned to look at her.
"Ever since I started ignoring you." She answered bluntly.
"It's been over a month..." you said and approached her, kneeling in front of the couch to have her face to face. "And what assures me that if I give you another chance, you won't fuck with me again later on?"
"I wouldn't be here in the first place if I knew this was just a stupid whim." She responded with a frown.
"Isn't it? Are you sure about that, Shane?" You asked dismissively and she snorted.
"I know it very well." She said and you noticed the confidence in her voice.
"M'kay." You said and stood up again. You walked to the wall in front of the couch and leaned against it.
"I know what you're doing." She told you, resting her arms on each leg, leaning forward.
"I don't know what you're talking about." You played dumb.
"Yeah, you do." She counterattacked.
"What am I doing?" You asked playing with a strand of your hair.
"You're making me desperate on purpose. You're taking revenge." That comment made you laugh.
"No, Shane. My revenge is knowing that I have you wrapped around my little finger, and using it against you."
"Are you enjoying it? You like knowing that you have me like this?" She asked you, frustration was evident in her voice but at the same time you saw a small smile try to sneak past the side of her lips.
"Yes. You don't know how good it feels, love." You said and Shane trembled hearing what you called her.
"Call me that again." She said. Her voice becoming hoarse.
"Oh? Are you ordering me around?" You asked amused and took a step forward. "I think you're wrong, Shane. I'm the one in charge here. I make the rules, I dictate what's done, and I'll call you however I want."
You were used to a different dynamic. During sex it was always Shane who took control. She always threw you on the bed, pinned you against the mattress, and moved you like a doll to whatever position she wanted.
This time it would be different. You wouldn't let her give a single order. You watched as she clenched her fists and smiled to yourself.
"You're getting angry." You said watching her knuckles turn white. "What's wrong Shane? Don't you like not having control of the situation?"
Your mocking tone was evident. Shane looked away with her brow completely furrowed.
"Look at me." You ordered in a firm voice, her eyes falling on you again. "Don't stop looking at me." You walked towards her and knelt down so you were face to face again. "That's it. Don't stop looking at me. I want to see those pretty eyes staring at me."
You traced her jaw lightly with your fingers, making her shiver. Shane had a mental battle, and her coherent side ended up winning, telling her that if she wanted to win you back the best decision she could make was to follow your orders to the letter.
Her green gems stayed on you the entire time. You bit your lip and gently ran your thumb over her bottom lip, pulling it down slightly causing her lips to part slightly.
Your mouth watered just from that action. Seeing her lips was so tempting, knowing the magic she could do with them, and how loud she could make you scream.
You put your thumb in her mouth, and she gave you access to it without a second thought, keeping her gaze on you the entire time.
"Suck." You ordered and instantly felt her tongue tracing circles on your finger. You let out a small moan at the sensation.
God, how you missed her tongue.
You removed your thumb from her mouth, letting only a trickle of saliva connect her lips to your finger. You heard a small whimper but you ignored her.
"Sit back." You said completely serious.
Shane rested her back on the backrest and you looked down at her chest. Her breasts were slightly visible behind her tank top, and her flat abdomen rose and fell due to her heavy breathing.
You wanted to run your hands over and over all over her body, but that would be a reward for her and you wouldn't give her the pleasure.
"Take off your pants." You ordered again. Shane undid the button and pulled down the zipper in a second, completely desperate.
"Woah woah, why the rush?" You stopped her and she looked at you with pleading eyes. "Slow down. We have all day to catch up, right?"
Shane raised her hips so she could take off ger pants, this time going slowly. Her hands trembled as she contained her desire to tear apart her clothes along with yours. When her pants finally fell to the floor, you could see her white panties. A transparent stain on them was visible right where the lining covered her pussy. You stared at that point without moving and then raised your gaze to her eyes.
"Touch yourself."
"What?" She asked at the unexpected order.
"Did I stutter? No, I said touch yourself." You said slowly. "Give me a show. Come on, put your fingers under the fabric, you're already wet."
Shane wasn't used to being in that position. She felt exposed and weak. Taking a deep breath she slowly lowered her fingers to her panties and slid them through her folds. Her middle finger began to trace circles on her clit and involuntary sighs came from his lips. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensation, trying to get at least something out of it.
"God, you look so sexy touching yourself." You said looking her up and down.
Shane jumped in surprise as she felt your fingers on the sides of her hips, grabbing the sides of ger panties. You slowly lowered them and tossed them to the side.
"Open your legs more." Shane followed your order. "Good girl. Now play with yourself."
You took off your shirt, showing your bare breasts and Shane bit her lower lip to start tracing circles faster.
You brought your hands to your nipples and played with them, massaging, pulling, you even took one at a time and moaned.
Shane wanted to touch you, to run her hands over your skin again, but she knew you wouldn't let her, not for now at least. You released your left nipple making a "pop" sound and looked at her. Her eyes were fixed on you without moving, her fingers moved agilely and quickly and her chest rose and fell without stopping.
"Stick your fingers inside you."
She stuck her middle finger in and you moaned just by looking at it. You wanted your fingers to be the ones inside her.
She began to take it out and put it in slowly and deeply. After a few minutes she added another, her index finger, and began making scissor movements. You approached her and ran your hands along her white thighs. Shane's skin crawled and you just watched as her fingers disappeared.
You licked your lips and playfully bit her left thigh. You traced a line of wet kisses along the area, and then headed further towards the center. You pulled your hand away from Shane and gave her center a lick, listening to her hold her breath. You repeated the action and then began to suck on her clit, pushing her thighs down when they tried to get up.
You smiled watching Shane melt under your touch. Her hands went to your head and became tangled in your strands. She tugged gently and leaned her head back.
"Shit..."
"It feels good, right?" You asked, replacing your tongue with two fingers, curling them inside her to reach her sweet spot, making a low moan leave her lips. "Take everything off."
Shane didn't hesitate for two seconds to follow your orders. Her mind was clouded and she didn't process her actions before doing them. You had her completely naked at your mercy and she didn't give a shit anymore, she just wanted you to continue making her feel like she was touching the sky with your fingers.
Your name began to leave his lips almost incoherently, like a minimal murmur. You slowed your movements and looked at her with a cruel smile.
"I can not hear you." You pushed your fingers deeper and Shane gripped the back of the couch. She moaned your name this time loud and clear.
"Please..."
"Please that?" You asked following your torture of slow movements.
"I need... I need you..."
"Speak up or I'll stop." You sued.
"MAKE ME CUM FOR FUCK SAKE." She said in a completely desperate manner.
You wrapped your arm around her waist and leaned on her, with your fingers still inside her you began a back and forth of quick, short movements.
You felt her pussy squeeze your fingers and instantly your cunt was dripping just thinking about how good it felt. Shane's back arched completely and you silenced her moans by pressing your lips to hers.
Her mouth sucked on your tongue and you moaned. You bit her lip until it bled and then you lowered your kisses to her neck, sucking her to your pleasure and leaving her marked with red and purplish areas compared to her pale skin.
"Will you leave me again?" You asked in her ear, your movements not stopping. Shane shook her head. "Words, love. I need words."
"I'll never leave again, I swear. Please..." her hands went to your scalp and pulled, you let out a satisfied sound in her ear. "Fuck fuck fuck, ohmyfuckingod..."
"You close?" You whispered and with a single tug on her part you knew. "How badly do you need it?"
"So bad. So fucking bad. Please."
"Gosh, you're sexy when you beg." You smiled and gave her all. "I should do this more often. Your pussy loves my fingers from what I see...not to mention my tongue. I think I might go pussydrunk just from eating you for five minutes."
Shane's body began to have small convulsions and you knew her orgasm was beginning to spread through her body. You were amazed to see how she fell apart in your arms, and all because of you. Her tight walls almost caged your fingers completely and you couldn't do anything but love the way her body reacted to your touch.
"Fucking christ." You whispered more to yourself than to her. You raised your head to look into her eyes. You took your fingers out of her slowly and rested your hand on her belly, drawing soft circles lovingly.
Her green eyes locked onto yours and her hands came to rest on your cheeks. You looked at her lips and then up at her eyes again.
"Were you serious or was it just the ecstacy of the moment?" You asked completely seriously.
"I want to be with you." She assured you and brought her face closer to yours. "Really." Her voice sounded so sincere that the fight between your heart and your brain took for granted.
You slowly closed the distance between you and you melted into a soft and loving kiss.
C: Hey guys! Carm here. Just leaving this and walking away very slowly ~jiji~. Love you guys so much! How you enjoyed ;). I also want to clarify that english is not my first language so I'm very very sorry if something is not written correctly.
Remember to stay hydrated, sleep well ~with Shane~ and masturbate to get to know your body ♡♡♡
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