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As you continued applying your mascara, you remembered the way your tears had left black streaks on his sheets and had to pause. Shane had been living rent-free in your brain for the past week. He’d been permeating your thoughts before then, but this was different. In the past, it had just been fantasies; now it was memories.

Adding to your torture, Shane had entered the house, and you could hear him laughing with your father downstairs. Part of you felt guilty about what the two of you had done. How would Rick feel if he knew what kind of man his best friend was? What kind of girl his daughter was? You pushed the thoughts from your head and refocused your attention on getting ready. That was something that you could control.

You took a deep breath and started fixing your hair. Parting it down the middle, you tied off the two sections into even pigtails. It was the Fourth of July, so you wrapped two white ribbons around the hair ties to make little bows. Your hair and makeup were finished, which meant that it was time to get dressed. You walked over to your closet and browsed your options. The second your eyes landed on your miniskirt, you froze. The image of Shane hiking it up as he fucked you on his bed flashed in your mind.

The sound of him animatedly telling a story downstairs interrupted your thoughts, and you groaned. You had to drown him out somehow. Maybe music would help? You grabbed your phone and connected it to the speaker on your desk. Bruce Springsteen started blaring, and it was at the perfect volume.

Satisfied with your choice of music, you turned back to your closet and started rifling through your options again. You couldn’t help but think about what outfit your father would loathe the most. Lori was here, so she’d stop him from getting too upset. You intended on using this to your advantage.

After what felt like ages, you finally settled on a red babydoll dress that would be paired with your cowboy boots. Underneath the dress, you’d be wearing a lacy white bra with a matching thong. Your mind drifted to picturing Shane’s reaction to the outfit, but you quickly got back on track. You were in the midst of dressing yourself when “Glory Days” started blasting. Little did you know that this would attract your dad’s best friend.

Shane had been using the upstairs bathroom when he had heard the song start. The man loved Bruce Springsteen, so naturally, he went looking for where the music was coming from. As he wandered the hallway, he realized that it was coming from your bedroom. Instead of doing the respectful thing and knocking, he waltzed right in.

As soon as the door swung open, you looked up and made a shocked sound when you saw Shane. You were about to tell him off when he closed the door behind himself and shushed you. The man had a lot of nerve, and he smirked as he spoke.

“Easy, bunny. It’s just me.”

“You need to knock.”

Despite glaring at him, you didn’t tell him to leave, and you finished pulling your dress up. He’d conveniently barged in while you were dressing. Shane’s eyes roamed your body and a cocky grin spread across his face when he saw that you were blushing. He was already being an ass today, so he had to tease you.

“You look real nice, sweetheart. Those new panties?”

“Oh, fuck off.”

Your words were biting in a way that he hadn’t expected. Shit, you must still be upset about how he handled the drunken hookup. Shane would never admit it, but he hated the thought of you being angry with him. He turned up the charm and gave an earnest apology.

“Hey, I get it if you’re still mad at me. I shouldn’t have handled things like that. You deserve better than that.”

In all the years he’d been a part of your family’s life, you could count on one hand the number of apologies that you’d heard from Shane. You took a second before deciding to believe him. It might come to bite you in the ass later, but it was worth it for now. You sighed and nodded.

“Okay. Thank you.”

“Thank you? That’s all I get?”

Of course, he’d gone right back to teasing you. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. He was really testing your patience. After a moment of staring at him and waiting for him to elaborate, you groaned.

“What were you expecting? Us to kiss and make up?”

“I mean, would you say no?”

Now, that was a good question. You exhaled heavily and looked him over. Shane managed to make a plain white t-shirt and blue jeans look enticing. Naturally, your attention boosted his ego, and he teased you again.

“Yeah. That’s my answer.”

Before you could come up with a witty response, Shane crossed the room and pulled you in by the waist. He kissed you with such force that it made your head spin. Your lips met his with equal hunger, and you leaned into him. His hands explored your body before settling on your thighs, and one started to slip up past your panties. You let him feel you for a moment before trying to reason with him.

“Shane, my family’s downstairs. Right beneath us.”

Shane took this as his opportunity to kiss your neck, and he attempted to leave a mark. You were quick to interrupt that. Rick was already going to be pissed about your outfit; you didn’t need to deal with an unexplainable hickey. Your voice was firm when you spoke again.

“What the fuck? Are you trying to get me in trouble?”

“Oh, c’mon, bunny. It’s not a big deal.”

In disbelief, you stared at Shane and rested a hand on your hip. He was the one who’d been evasive out of the fear of being caught. He’s the one who had been guilty and was taking it out on you. Now, he wanted to mark you up? No fucking way. You groaned and shook your head.

“Stop it. We can kiss, fuck, or whatever, but you don’t get to mark me like I belong to you. I don’t.”

This stubborn, almost bratty side of you wasn’t something that Shane was familiar with. To his surprise, your obstinance made his cock strain against the denim of his jeans. He really had **to fuck you now. His tone was oozing with arousal and possessiveness when he spoke again.

“Yeah? I’ll show you who you fuckin’ belong to. C’mon.”

You should’ve known that your opposition was bound to make Shane snap, but it had happened sooner than expected. To be fair, you’d been dreaming of having him inside of you again. You were about to get what you wanted. Opening the bedroom door, he checked that the hallway was empty and pulled you into the nearby bathroom. In his mind, this was a little less obvious, and you weren’t going to object.

He’d barely locked the door before spinning you around and pressing you against the countertop. Shane’s movements were hurried, and it was clear that he was simply getting this out of his system. You’d examine how being used like this made you feel later. You were too wound up to care now. He took a moment to admire the way he’d bent you over and ran his finger along your spine. His voice was more reverent when he spoke again.

“Fuck, bunny. Look at you. Such a pretty girl.”

“You like the dress?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. Fits you well.”

Eager to feel your skin on his, he repositioned you and quickly pulled the dress over your head. Shane haphazardly tossed it to the side and groaned at the sight of you in that matching set. You knew exactly what you were doing when you put it on. He sighed and ran a hand down his face.

“Jesus. You wear that for me?”

“Yes.”

You answered a little too quickly, and your cheeks flushed a bright pink. Seeing you blush was the final straw for Shane. He spun you back around and stripped you of your underwear. His lips returned to your neck, but he was being gentler this time. Maybe he’d listen to your warning about the hickeys. He wasted no time in undoing his belt and tugging his jeans down along with his boxers. He gave you a quick warning as he aligned himself with your cunt.

“You can take me, baby. You did so good last time.”

With that, he snapped his hips forward and thrusted his cock deep inside of you. His large palm was clasped over your mouth, and he drove into you from behind. He set a frantic pace and reprimanded you when you tried to cry out.

“Shhh. We have to be quiet, bunny. Ain’t want your daddy to hear you, do we?”

Hearing Shane refer to your actual father as your ‘daddy’ and not himself, you felt a twinge of disappointment. It was quickly overcome by the pleasure rolling through you. You took a ragged breath and answered him; your voice was muffled.

“N-no, sir.”

“That’s what I thought. Keep those pretty lips sealed.”

He didn’t want you to speak, so you simply hummed in agreement. Shane’s free hand was holding you in place, while he continued to thrust his thick cock in and out of your cunt. He was trying to keep it down, but low grunts kept escaping from his throat. Finding his release, he didn’t wait for you to reach yours before roughly pulling out. You cried out in frustration, but a sharp tug to your hair made you stop. His voice was firm when he spoke again.

“Hush, bunny.”

You’d been expecting Shane to make you orgasm with his cunt, but he had other plans. He didn’t give you time to start whining before he roughly shoved two fingers into your cunt with his free hand. The other remained clamped over your mouth, and it muffled your cries. You leaned into his touch and started grinding against his hand. He mocked you as he worked.

“Look at how you’re ridin’ my hand. You’re so needy that it’s fuckin’ pathetic, y’know that?”

His words stung and tears pricked at your eyes. Against your will, they began to run down your cheeks, and they were tinged dark grey with your mascara. You were pleasantly surprised when Shane tipped your head back towards him and kissed away your tears. He was still being patronizing, but his tone had softened.

“You’re a needy little rabbit, ain’t you? My bunny. Say it back to me.”

Continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you, he moved his other hand away from your mouth and stared at you expectantly. You didn’t want to disappoint him, so you were quick to answer.

“All yours.”

“Need more than that. Repeat what I said.”

He was being impossible, and you whined softly, which earned another quick yank to your hair. You whimpered and wiped at your face. It took a moment before you were coherent enough to respond.

“I-I’m a needy little rabbit. I’m your bunny.”

“Yeah, you are. Good girl.”

Satisfied with your obedience, he gave extra attention to your clit and didn’t let up until you finally reached your peak. Your whole body shook as you came apart, and he steadied you by wrapping his arm around your waist. He held you until you caught your breath.

Shane waited until he was confident that you could stay upright before letting go and grabbing a nearby towel off of the rack. He wiped himself down first before attending to you. When he was cleaning your skin, his movements were uncharacteristically tender. You reveled in it before he pulled back and redressed his lower half.

You copied his actions and put your own clothes back on. Shane watched you and felt the familiar guilt blooming in his chest. You deserved so much more than a quick fuck in the bathroom, but he wasn’t sure that he could give it to you. The fact that he was best friends with your father and he was significantly older than you further complicated the matter.

For a second, one foolish second, he allowed himself to picture a future with you. What would it be like to come to you in his bed after a rough call? For once, that thought was less about a sexual encounter and more about the intimacy of you seeing him on a bad day. He quickly shook the thought from his head and cleared his throat. You startled slightly when he spoke suddenly.

“Clean up your makeup and come out back with everyone.”

He didn’t give you time to respond before turning on his heel and leaving the bathroom. What the fuck? You still weren’t used to the way he’d emotionally shut down after sex. This time, you didn’t cry and instead did what he asked.

By the time you’d gone back to your room, Shane had already made it down the stairs and out to the backyard. Your father, your stepmother, and half-brother were outside waiting for him. Rick was too focused on grilling a rack of ribs to question where his best friend and daughter had been for the past several minutes. To his knowledge, you’d been getting ready in your room while Shane hung out in the living room. That wouldn’t be entirely out of the norm.

Lori, on the other hand, was suspicious. Her concern grew when you strolled out to join everyone and she saw the outfit you were wearing. The dress was far shorter than what Rick would’ve accepted, and it was more wrinkled than she remembered. She didn’t want to rock the boat, so she stored this information away for later.

When Rick saw what you were wearing, he cursed beneath his breath and shook his head. He wanted to give you a proper lecture on how you presented yourself to guests, but more people were starting to trickle in. He had to make a comment, though. Thankfully, he waited until you were closer and he could be sure that only you would hear him.

“Y’know how I feel about that dress.”

“Ain’t a child, Rick. I can wear a fuckin’ dress.”

Your attitude was infuriating, but Rick wasn’t in the mood to argue. He huffed and chewed at his lower lip. Tensions between the two of you had been high since he married Lori, and he hadn’t had the time to try and repair things. Besides, you were an adult now. At least, that was his excuse for not making an effort.

It was a bit juvenile, but you had to admit that you were amused by your father’s reaction. Shane was nursing a beer, sprawled out on a lawn chair, and listening to Carl ramble about his most recent little league game. You were going to have to find someone else to talk to. Looking around, you saw Beth standing beside Maggie, and you walked over to talk to her.

The Greenes had been friends of your family for years now, and Beth was closest to your age. You still had a few years on her, but the two of you got along well. As soon as she saw you walking over, her face lit up and she called out your name. You grinned and responded.

“Beth, how have you been? I haven’t seen you since I went off to school.”

“I’ve been super busy. I got a job at the local market, and Daddy’s started lettin’ me help with the animals at his clinic.”

“Really? How much are you makin’?”

The two of you went on to catch up until the food was ready. The rest of the evening was filled with conversation, good food, and an abundance of company. You and Shane kept meeting each other’s eyes, but the two of you stayed a safe distance apart. Neither of you was eager to invite any speculation.

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The two of you had just moved in with one another not even a full week ago. There’s still boxes to be unpacked and furniture to be put together in other rooms of the house. All jobs that Shane can do on his day off, you assume. Instead of being productive in any way that is actually beneficial to your living situation, you opt to sit on the couch and play a chick flick in the background. Not that you were really paying attention; doom scrolling on your phone and a large glass of wine was of more importance. 

The only dim light besides the television was the lamp to your right. It illuminated the comfort and safety of your recently bought home. You knew Shane made it his own space the moment he hid different weapons practically around every corner, all for you in case of emergency. Still, you made no movement to get up and grab the shotgun when you heard someone walk through the front door. Your mind knew better; it was your man finally coming home. 

“Was it another homicide?” you ask aloud, still looking at your phone. 

Heavy boots tread across the hard wood floor for only a moment, but then you hear them retreat back. Probably to take them off before he gets into the living room to see you. This makes you smile softly. It’s the little things that really make you and Shane work so well together. 

His scent enters the room before he does; sweat, tobacco, and something similar to that of warm amber. You shoot your head up the moment Shane finally stops in front of the television. His highly alluring profile makes you chew on your lip. 

He answers your question in that husky tone of his, “Nah, some asshat decided to run on us during a traffic stop. He was quick, too. We got ‘em going eastbound on- now why in the hell are ya lookin’ at me like that?”

It’s not your fault he looks so good. It’s entirely his. 

The man’s uniform catches your eyes first. The subtle, silent visual that he is a protector of the community. Not only that, but it stands for authority; this alone makes your pussy throb. 

Then your gaze gravitates to the way his arms bulge out the sleeves, practically making the fabric want to rip. It’s enough to make your mind wander to images of the man using his strength to squeeze your waist, or pick you up and fuck you right here against the wall. 

Something about his badge stands out the most. Seeing his official status plastered right there on his tight, sturdy chest triggers a familiar movement somewhere between your thighs. Within seconds, you already know a pool of slick is going to start pooling in your lacey underwear. All from looking at your boyfriend in his uniform.  

“Shane, I-”

“Yea’?” he asks, slightly impatient. 

That’s literally all it takes. You’re kinda easy like that, you suppose. He silently agrees. 

A mere fifteen minutes later, you’re bouncing on the man’s lap while his thick cock grazes that very tender area inside your pussy. He’s got a real joy in his eyes watching you move up and down atop his muscled thighs. Whereas you had originally got worked up from seeing him in his uniform, he was eating up the sight of you being so pathetic for him. The way you surrender your body to him is never a decision you regret. You always love these moments; this one especially so. 

Shane still has the uniform on. The top buttons are undone, pants pushed down to the spot right below his knees. Your fingers run themselves over his upper torso, sometimes brushing along the edge of his badge and name tag. His dark-hooded eyes stare intently at each move, his thick, warm digits digging themselves into your hips to encourage you to keep moving. You feel the man’s cock pulse the louder you moan. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, didn’t know you liked getting so messy like this,” Shane teases, moving his right hand to toy with your clit. It’s so wet from how hard and fast you ride him, which only makes the man whistle and smirk, “like it when a cop tells you to ride him, huh?”

“Nng, ye-yes, fuck.” 

Shane runs the pad of his finger in slow circles. This time, instead of moaning loudly, you begin to arch your back and release a wretched whine. The action causes your chest to push against him, the badge poking your breast. You suck in a sharp breath and he notices instantly. The way your eyes widen was a dead giveaway. You attempt to hide your face, but it’s to no avail.

He already saw how the uniform affects you once. Now, he’s just reliving it again.

“Aw, babygirl, you fallin’ apart on me?” he purrs in your ear, nipping at the sensitive skin in the crook of your neck. He inhales deeply, and whispers something about how sweet you smell. For a split second, you take note of the way he snaps his hips towards your cunt like he’s hungry for something more. A faint smack echos in the room from his balls tapping your abused pussy. He groans in time with you, a bead of sweat trailing down Shane’s temple.

He takes pleasure in how you gasp so innocently, taken aback by his lewd commentary. The grip on his shoulders tightens by a fraction. Meanwhile, you contract harder around his length. You mewl, “Come-Come on, Shane. Stop teasin’.”

“Ain’t gonna,” he murmurs, pushing you away from his chest so he can admire the white ring that begins to build around the base of his cock. 

“Gettin’ tired,” you softly cry, struggling to force yourself up and down. The strain in your thighs isn’t horrible, but definitely not pleasurable. Shane doesn’t care though.

“Just a little more, babygirl. You can take a little more, can’t you?” 

His voice strangles to get those last few words out. Shane throws his head back and conjures up a porn-like moan in the process. His thick member twitches inside you, indicating he’s already close. Your palms find themselves anchoring onto his chest for stability. As you rock your hips back and forth, sometimes moving them in circles just so you can feel his girthy tip rub the special spots deep within, you gasp, “Officer Walsh, my pussy can’t take it ‘nymore.”

“Oh, yea’? Well ain’t that too bad, ‘cause I’m pretty sure the only way you’re gettin’ out of trouble, little girl, is if you let me cum inside this tight pussy. You’d let me do that, right?” 

The man’s perverted question rolls off his tongue like second nature. To no one’s surprise, the words work like a charm on you. Like muscle memory, you start to bounce yourself on his lap once again and choose to ignore the pain. Even when your body feels on fire, the desire to make this man cum deep inside clouds your usual way of thinking. 

The wet warmth around Shane’s cock was already sending him into highgear, but now that you had resumed your quickened pace, his hands began running up and down your sides. The pads of his digits are hot to the touch. On occasion, they tense up and pinch your flesh. Then he stutters out more encouragement to keep you moving. It was like he couldn’t tell which part of your body he wanted to squeeze the most. 

Your focus shifts from watching the man’s expressions to his thick neck. Nearly every time your drenched hole comes crashing down on his length, his Adam’s apple bobs furiously. Beneath the man’s uniform is the glint of his dog tags. They’re barely noticeable, but somewhere in between listening to his beautiful sounds and bulging veins touching your walls, your hand has a mind of its own and suddenly touches the material. 

Shane notices and looks you in the eye. Your pace begins to slow down. He asks, “Whatcha’ got there, huh? Care to explain yourself?”

The dog tag is fully exposed now, held in your grasp. The stainless steel chain somehow makes his whole ensemble even hotter. You’re positively drenched at this point. Then he goes and asks a question like that, as if you’re getting interrogated. 

It’s hard not to moan back a response. 

“Can’t help it, Officer,” the statement is short and leaves room for more. 

“Was gonna tell you that you have the right to- oh, fuck, remain silent, but I don’ think that’s gonna be the case here in a minute,” Shane says as you continue to inspect the military tag. 

“Huh?”

Shane sinks further into the couch, moving his bottom down the cushion to put you at a higher angle. Without having to ask further, you already knew what was to come next. You’d stopped moving all together in anticipation and planted your knees into the soft upholstery, looking away briefly because eye contact seems dangerous at a time like this. You can’t decide whether to stare at his badge or the chain. 

However, before Shane begins moving, he takes the dog tag out of your fingers and promptly shoves the little stamped tag into your mouth, observing the way it bottoms out so nicely on your tongue and how quick you are to taste the steel on your buds. Your lower half wiggles around and your cheeks flush a deep red. Shane’s cock twitches again, then he says, “Yea’, just like that babygirl. Suck on my dog tag for me, ‘kay?”

“Mmh, yes, Officer Walsh,” you hiccup, eyes glossing over with a glaze Shane always associated with your climax. He knew you were close, and so was he. 

The man wastes no more time and begins thrusting up into your soaking cunt, making the entire room fill with the sound of skin slapping on skin, harmonious sounds of deep pleasure, and his chain rattling in the process. His hips jerk hard the longer he watches you suck on his dog tag, like it was meant to be there. 

“Yes, just like that. You’re so hot, honey, don’t stop,” admiring the arousal leaking out of you onto his crotch and the crease between his thighs. He already needed a shower after his shift, but fuck, he loves knowing that you’re part of the reason, too. 

“Hmph, yes, right there,” you quiver in his lap, “so close!”

“Me too, honey. Officer Walsh will be done with you soon, don’t you worry,” he reassures, still pounding so deep in your pussy. 

The room reeks of sex, and truly it was secretly Shane’s favorite way of breaking in the place. He already made a comment a couple days ago about fucking you raw on every piece of furniture in the house; apparently the couch was first pick. 

Your body begins to shake as the orgasm approaches quicker and quicker. It looked as though you were right on the edge, so Shane continued talking in his raspy voice to push you towards release. “Cum for me. Cum for Officer Walsh like the good girl you are.”

All you can do is hum in agreement, nodding quickly and shutting your eyes tight as you chase your climax. Not long after, the knot in your stomach comes undone and your entire body vibrates from the intensity. Your pulse beats rapidly in your ear as you convulse on the man’s cock once, twice, three times in a row, producing a primal reaction out of your boyfriend. 

Shane’s hands tighten their grip on your waist. He begins to pick your body up and down in time with his thrusts, practically using you like a doll. You huff, “Sh-Shane! Fuck, I mean, Officer, please cum in me!”

“Shit, shit, shit, you’re gonna make me cum- fuck!” he exclaims loudly, crying out of complete bliss. You can feel the way his cock pulses his load inside you over and over again, making a mess of fluids that you will have to clean up later. 

Your eyes widen at his reaction, momentarily taking the dog tag out of your mouth so that your lips can quirk into a sweet grin. Shane shudders more, likely from how hard he just finished, then slowly slumps to the point you lean into his chest and rest your head on his shoulder. His uniform is damp from all the sweat; not to mention his pants are probably heavy with both your fluids. All in all, his reaction is satisfying to no end. 

“Honey, that was…wow.” Shane musters after some silence passes. 

“Yeah…hot as hell.”

He presses his lips to your cheek, your jawline, then finally manages to hold you in a position where he can kiss his lips. The two of you taste one another with vigor, as though the last twenty or so minutes wasn’t an entire scene out of some porno. His tongue swipes against your bottom lip, pushing past once you grant him entry. You both fight for dominance only a couple seconds before Shane starts taking control. His hands clutch your bottom, kneading the thick flesh and causing you to groan. 

“Shane,” you murmur, only to be pulled back in for another hungry kiss. You giggle against his lips, then break apart to tell him, “babe, we gotta shower. Please. I feel gross.”

“Hm,” he says, rolling his semi-softened cock inside you, “I think Officer Walsh needs another round. Can’t seem to figure out if you’re off the hook yet, little girl.”

“Was I that bad, officer?” you ask in a sultry tone, pointer finger trailing the stubble on his cheek. 

“Honey, I think that was the wettest you’ve ever been. Really. Need you so bad.”

His breathing is suddenly very heavy again, and just a few seconds later, you feel his member grow inside you. How the hell was he wanting another round after all this? Not that you’re opposed…

“Fine. But you’re fucking me in the shower.”

“Deal.” he says while trying to fight back a playful grin, diving back in for another heated kiss on the now ruined couch.