#dbf!shane

As Shane spoke, his large palm was clasped over your mouth, and he drove into you from behind. He had you bent over the bathroom counter and your bare chest was pressed against the cool marble. Rick, your father, and the rest of your family were in the backyard for a barbecue. You’d had a moment to sneak away with his best friend and Shane was taking full advantage of that. 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 sharp tug to your hair made you stop. His voice was firm when he spoke again.

“Hush, bunny.”

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once you saw the welcome to ormond beach sign hanging on the stone wall to your left you knew you were almost there.

the rest of the drive spent with you curled under a blanket in your vehicle as shane was perched in the driver's seat, escorting to you to your getaway.

the air b&b looked nice, sunrise peeking over the back of it, the sound of the morning waves flooding your ear drums. the clock on the dashboard read 05:34.

salted air hitting you as shane opens your door, "c'mon baby, let's get everything inside real quick huh?" he asks.

you reach for his extended hand and nod. you meet him at the trunk & begin pulling luggage out, you wheel your suitcase and hoist shane's duffel bag inside, taking them to the bedroom to set them down. when you return to the main house you see shane setting the cooler down in the kitchen.

"you hungry?" a smirk growing on his face as he meets your gaze.

"nah, do you wanna go look for sea shells and watch the sunrise with me?" you're pulling your sandals on, pushing sunglasses to the top of your head to keep your hair out of your face.

shane's grin grows wider, "whatever you want, girl. this is your week, let's go."

he pulls a hoodie over his head and grabs your hand as he walks to the back door, exposing a deck that opens to the beach.

—

hand in hand, strolling along the edge of the water together, you stop when you see a whole sand dollar. you squat down and pick it up, examining it, before casually asking, "have you talked to dad?"

shane is silent for a moment. stunned. "i saw 'im a couple days ago in passing, we talked for a couple minutes, yea baby."

"how's he doing? he still has me blocked, i can't see anything he's doing and mom won't return my calls." you rinse the sand dollar off under the soft wave crashing along the shore and hand it up to shane without looking, continuing to look for shells.

"they're doin' alright, it sounds like." his hand is reaching to stroke down the back of your head.

"just miss em sometimes, y'know." you shrug, picking up more shells to look at.

shane keeps his hand in your hair and hums, "s'alright baby, only human."

—

"you takin' care of yourself, brother?" rick had asked him in the locker room.

"yea, man. ol' lady's helpin' me keep my head on straight," shane chuckles as he laces up his boots, "how've y'all been?"

"real good, carl's headed to middle school in the fall. lori's workin' again, things're lookin better." rick sits next to him and does the same.

shane's stomach curdles. not one mention of you, doesn't seem there's so much as a thought about you in rick's head. he musters a fake smile and laces the other boot, "that's good to hear, growin' like a weed huh? ol' lady just finished up her first semester of school, takin' her to florida for a getaway for all her hard work. she's a good girl."

rick stands and pats shane's back, as he exits, "you enjoy that, was real good to see you. don't be a stranger."

—

a number of seashells later and the sun completely risen, shane is holding your hand as you walk back up to the air b&b together.

"you hungry yet? got all sorts of shit for breakfast, big ole bottle of champagne, then we can setcha up on the back deck to tan for a little while." he suggests as you begin climbing the stairs to the house.

you stop and look up at him, speechless. you throw your arms around him and press your head to his chest. "i love you." you mumble into his hoodie.

another moment of shane's chest swelling with pride. "love you, most, baby." his lips are touching the top of your head as his arms reciprocate your hug.

—

after breakfast (which was delicious by the way, a divine monte cristo sandwich and a few mimosas in your belly.) you're walking to the back deck where shane is setting up and umbrella next to your chair in case you're ready to get out of the sun.

standing on your tip toes when you reach shane you tap him on his shoulder, "when you're done will you help me put my tanning lotion on my back?"

shane turns around and gives you a once over, shit eating grin spreading across his lips, "'course i will, c'mere."

you lay belly down on the lounge chair, "if you just untie the top, i don't want that crazy tan line." you remind him.

"hush, girl. i know the routine, i'm a professional." he laughs and shakes his head, grabbing your lotion and opening it.

the string of your bikini top pulled and let loose, laying at the sides of you, his warm hands and the cool lotion spread over your back, massaging into the skin, from your neck to your ankles.

"gonna go clean breakfast up, sweetheart, i'll be back, you holler if you need somethin', hm?" he asks and pinches your rear as he stands up.

"uh huh, thank you, shay." you mumble as you settle into the chair a little further, your drink and phone resting on the deck next to you.

no sooner than the door slides shut, your phone buzzes.

a text from your mom.

congratulations on finishing your first semester baby, we love you very much.

“Where you goin’?” Rick asks as you tug on the skirt, heading for the door to your house. Your shoulder now a little cold without his arm wrapped around it. Something neither of your parents seemed to notice. Or if they did they certainly didn’t care. Too busy in conversation, welcoming some of the newest Alexandria recruits.

“Washroom.” You make a face at him. He seemed almost appalled that you’d be leaving his side. He probably was. Always trying to keep you close. Closest out of the three. And that was keeping him on edge. Trying to maintain your attention the most effectively, and keep it on the low. In fact, the secret was making him a little jumpy. The weeks of stolen kisses and touches catching up to him too. Very, very secret touches. Hiding what was becoming an exhilarating and extremely complicated relationship between three different guys, all old enough to be your father.

He watches your hips sway as you walk into the house, flashing him a cute smile before making your way down the hallway.

When the bathroom door opens, you’re pleasantly surprised to see Shane. With a flirty grin, your body moves quicker than your mind. Pushing the man back in as he tries to object, but you don’t let him. Pressing your lips to his and pulling him in by the back of his neck.

“What-”

“Mhpm.” You don’t even let him answer. Just continue kissing him all hot and needy, while you close the door behind you, pulling him close against you as you start to feel him relax. To accept that this was happening.

The entire day was torture. Each one of them very aware of your cries for attention, but not offering to do anything about them. When you tried to pull Rick upstairs to your bedroom he got all tight jawed and told you to cut it out. Pinching your ass as he led you towards the backyard. And Daryl, silently shook his head when you teased your fingernails up your thigh, lifting your skirt to show him the colour of the thong you were wearing. Ugh, they’re so boring. No fun at all.

It’s such a shame too. You want them so bad and they barely seem to acknowledge it. You woke up this morning all hot and needy, hand in your panties before your alarm even wrang. And seeing the men all perfect and groomed wasn’t helping. In their Sunday best button ups, with a spritz of cologne that made your head dizzy. It was intoxicating. The way you actually crave them. The way you feel like you need them. You’re already addicted and you’ve barely even had a taste.

“Would you believe me if I told you I’m a virgin?” You ask Shane in between messy kisses, hands already tugging at his belt, more than hinting at the real reason you decided to trap him in the costal themed bathroom.

He laughs against your lips. He tastes like beer. And you like it. A lot.

“Absolutely not.” He leans back. Tone more serious now. “Are you?”

An amused huff escapes your lips as you rest your head against the bathroom door. “No. But I wish I were.”

You pull him in again, tongue tracing his bottom lip as you kiss him. “Wish it coulda been you who popped my cherry,” his hand is under your dress, rubbing you through your panties. “Who fucked me and corrupted me,” you continue against his lips, the softest moan escaping your throat at his touch.

But he pauses. Trying to catch his breath, still rubbing soft circles on your clit.

“Ain’t too late for that second one.”

He’s right. It’s not.

“Probably woulda been better then some 16 year old jock on prom night. What’d he last, 30 seconds? Bet he couldn’t even make you come, huh?” He asks, fingers finding their way into your panties now, spreading your arousal onto your clit, and dipping inside.

“No- “ you gasp at the intrusion. “Was- was my high school gym teacher. Cheated on his wife with me in the girls locker room during lunch hour.”

Shane couldn’t help the laugh that left his mouth at your confession. Vibrating against your own lips. And you smile because he’s amused. But you aren’t joking. And it’s really not that funny. Truly wasn’t your proudest moment.

“Now that, I believe.”

You’re done talking, so you pull his smile against your own and whimper into his mouth. His fingers already pumping slowly inside of you. Finding your sweet spot with ease. Making your bare toes curl against the cool tile.

From the moment you woke up, you’ve needed this. Needed to come. All over his fingers. His cock would be ideal, but he told you no already. They all came to an agreement. Daryl, Rick and him. Said it was “crossing a line” or some bullshit. As if finger fucking your best friends daughter while he’s flipping burgers on the back deck isn’t.

“Please, Shane- need you so bad-” you whine against his lips. Hips involuntarily bucking into his hand.

“Fuck, baby-” you know he’s trying to hold back.

“Just-uh,” he groans, dropping to his knees in front of you, pulling your panties down in one swift motion. Taking your right thigh and pulling it over his shoulder.

Your hands tangle in his hair at the feeling of his mouth on your cunt. His hands are under your dress, nails digging into your ass and pulling you even closer. The warm slickness of his tongue moving up and down on your clit. Pleasure swirls in your stomach and silent whimpers escape your swollen lips.

“Taste so fucking good-” he groans against you, bringing two fingers up and teasing your entrance. Leaking with arousal and spit. Absolutely begging to be filled. To be fucked.

“Ohmygod,” you moan, pressure building in your core as he curls his fingers. Sucking and lapping at your clit, like he just can’t get enough.

“Gonna come, Shane-” you tell him, hands tightening their grip on his dark locks. Your left leg is starting to tremble, and you’re climax is approaching much quicker then you were hoping. Thanks to his tongue replicating what you can only assume feels just like heaven.

And right when that tight, hot band in your core feels like it’s about to snap, you feel the wood behind you move, and hear the door handle rattle. Someone trying to use the bathroom that had thankfully been locked in between frenzied kisses and grabby hands.

“Occupied!” You squeak, eyes widening at the interruption. Your heart practically skipping a beat at the prospect of being caught.

You feel Shane’s movements halt to a stop, big, brown eyes looking up at you from between your legs.

“Shit. sorry, sweets.” You’re father’s deep voice carries through the door, and a cheeky grin forms on Shane’s handsome face. Once the footsteps retreat down the hall, he puts his index finger to his lips and shushes you. Be quiet, baby.

“Keep going-” your voice is hushed and shaky. Desperately unashamed to be begging for his mouth. His fingers. His nose, and how amazing it feels grinding against your pulsing clit. And wether he heard your pleas or not, he obliged.

You raise you hand to your mouth and bite down on the fleshy side of your palm, silencing the sounds you both know you can’t contain. And you’re close again in a moments time. Eyes rolling back and hips jutting forward. Muscles aching already.

Oh my god.

“Don’t stop, please, please, please-” you beg him for your orgasm. And he gives it to you. Coaxing it out of you with his mouth and his fingers. Feeling a warm wave of pleasure erupt from your cunt, going up your stomach and down your things. And you bite your lip trying not to moan but it feels way too good and you can’t help it.

Not that Shane minded.

“Fuck.” You whisper, core twitching as he pulls his sopping digits out of you. Looking you right in the eye as he kisses your clit, one last torturous time, before he takes your panties, pulls them back up and fixes your dress. He washes his hands as you catch your breath, still leaning against the door. Face flushed when you see him smirking at you through the mirror.

“Think you can behave the rest of the night?”

You nod eagerly, “Yes.”

“Good. Now go back out there and pretend you didn’t just come all over my fingers, alright? Have a drink, eat some food. Be a good girl for us.”

You left the bathroom before him, checking that the coast was clear before slipping outside and eyeing the open spot still next to Rick. He notices you immediately and holds up a red solo cup, cold condensation already dripping down the plastic.

“Made you a drink,” he hands it to you as you sit next to him, the side of your thigh flush with his, keeping him extra close. And before his arm can make its way back around your shoulder, his eyebrows pinch together in a confused scowl.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, inspecting your dopey expression.

“Hm?” You look at him as innocently. Clearly still little dazed from your trip to the washroom.

Rick’s face twitches when he notices. Your thighs are actually trembling. Already sore from keeping yourself standing on one foot, while coming hard on another man’s face only moments earlier.

Rick’s palm flattens on your thigh, pushing it into the seat and halting it’s shakiness.

“Really?”

“What?” You ask, voice sweet as honey.

“You know what.”

“I- I tried to take you upstairs n’ you got all grumpy-” you stutter, trying to defend your sinful actions.

“I said later.”

You open your mouth to respond but nothing comes out. And you’re a little surprised to feel a jolt between your legs at his jealousy. How hot it is that he’s a little mad. A little… possessive.

“M’ sorry,” you whisper in his ear, tucking yourself in closer to his side, sipping the drink he made you. “Can make it up to you. Promise.”

He rolls his eyes. Annoyed and jealous and irritated that it wasn’t him who had his way with you in the bathroom, so well that it made your legs shake. But regardless of his hostility, he wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you in against his warm body. And you notice that his grip tightens when Shane walks by, giving you a charming smile and a flirty nod.

Annoyed and defeated, Rick sighs and leans in. Close enough that his lips brush your ear.

“Alright. Upstairs. Now.”

part 3

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(Daryl’s part will be next… hope you all enjoyed💗)

As soon as your brain processed the words, your eyes widened and you stopped moving. Your cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, and you wouldn’t meet his eyes. That wasn’t the reaction that Shane was hoping for. Roughly, he gripped your chin and forced you to look at him. The liquor was making him more aggressive than usual, something that both scared you and aroused you. The confusion was dizzying. He held eye contact and spoke firmly.

“Did I say stop? Do it like you mean it.”

“W-what?”

Huffing at your obvious disorientation, Shane ran a hand through his hair and sighed. He knew that this was wrong, but he couldn’t stop. Not when you were so soft and sweet against him. Your vanilla perfume flooded his senses again, and his resolve was broken. Taking things into his own hands, he let go of your chin and planted both hands on your hips. His fingers splayed across the fabric of your skirt as he started guiding your hips. Pressing searing kisses to the side of your neck, he broke the brief silence again.

“Just like that. Do what I’m doin’. C’mon, bunny.”

Whimpering softly, you did what you were told and shifted your hips. Shane hadn’t let go, but he was less forceful. To his surprise, you were doing well on your own. His eyes roamed your figure as you ground against him. He was painfully hard now; an obvious tent had formed in his pants. You didn’t even have to see it to know that he was big. Too focused on this task, you had no idea what was coming next.

Shane waited until your head lolled back, and your moans grew louder to harshly shove you off his leg. You looked stricken with panic as you hit the cushions. Had you done something wrong? Your eyes filled with tears, and you weren’t sober enough to control them. He quickly swiped them away and reprimanded you. His voice was softer this time, though.

“Nu-uh, none of that. We just gotta do somethin’ else.”

“Huh?”

Your innocence was both maddening and invigorating. Shane laughed in disbelief and shook his head. Did you really not know that he was about to fuck you? He couldn’t resist teasing you.

“Oh, bunny. Use that pretty little brain and think. What do you think I’m gonna do?”

Not wanting to disappoint Shane, you paused and thought for a second. The moment it hit you, you looked comically shocked. You’d never had sex before, and your face flushed again. Your voice was shaky and hesitant.

“I-I’ve never done that, Shane.”

Despite being aware of your innocence, he hadn’t expected you to actually be a virgin. To be fair, he’d lost his virginity his freshman year in high school. You were in college now, so he’d expected you to be more experienced. The idea of being your first thrilled him more than he was willing to admit. He exhaled heavily and looked you over again.

“I’ll show you what to do, darlin’.”

Without waiting for your response, Shane stood up and lifted you from the couch. You were plastered, so you just let him carry you. He wasn’t going to fuck you in the living room, so he took you to his bedroom. Dropping you on the bed, he was far too intoxicated to be gentle with you. Not that you minded, though. Being thrown around by the deputy was one of your many fantasies.

You’d never been in this room of the apartment, so you took a second to look at the decor. Like the stereotypical bedroom of a middle-aged man, the walls were pretty bare. On his bedside table, there was a photo of Shane and Rick in their uniforms. The last thing you needed was to see your father while waiting to be plowed. You were about to speak up when your skirt was harshly pulled off, and you were flipped onto your stomach. The second Shane saw you weren’t wearing underwear, he groaned and chastised you as he removed his belt.

“No panties, huh? Fuckin’ wanted this, didn’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

You hated the way your voice was failing you, but you couldn’t dwell on that. The soft clinking of the belt buckle hitting the hardwood floor made you tense. Shane’s hands returned to your hips and his thumbs pressed into the dimples of your back. Seeing you like this was something he’d imagined plenty, but he’d never actually acted on it.

He was about to speak again when he noticed the picture frame that you’d been looking at. Fuck. You were Rick’s little girl. Before the thought could make Shane nauseous, he forced it out of his head and adjusted the picture frame so it was facing away from the bed. He then redirected his attention to your body. His voice was more strained this time.

“Look at you, sweet girl. Layin’ so still for me.”

“Tryin’ to be good.”

Your words weren’t clear enough for Shane. Gripping your hair, he roughly pulled your head back and applied tension to your scalp. You yelped, but that only added to his enjoyment. He tightened his grip further and demanded.

“Speak up, bunny. Can’t hear you when you mumble.”

Taking a shaky breath, you winced at another tug of your hair and tried to steady your voice. Your mumbling was an awful habit.

“I said that I’m tryin’ to be good.”

“Yeah? You wanna be good for me, huh?”

“Yes, sir.”

Your use of the honorific made Shane’s head spin faster than the alcohol in his system. Before he could respond, you whimpered and begged softly.

“Please, Daddy."

That was what undid Shane. He pressed your face against the mattress and quickly dropped his boxers. You made the mistake of glancing over your shoulder and caught a glimpse of his cock. As expected, he was huge. You swallowed thickly and looked visibly overwhelmed. He turned your face again and aligned himself with your entrance. His voice was softer than earlier but ever so patronizing.

“Relax, babygirl. Won’t do us any good if you’re all tense.”

Trying to stay calm, you took a shaky breath and forced your muscles to relax. Shane’s warm palm moved up and down the curve of your ass, sending shivers down your spine. His calloused skin scraped slightly against you. He squeezed the backside of your thigh before speaking again.

“Deep breaths, bunny.”

“Will you go slow?”

Shane barked a laugh at the request and shook his head. You didn’t even have to see his face to know that he was grinning. His breath was hot on the back of your neck, and his fingers released their grip on your hair. You were confused by the sudden lack of tension, but then he anchored his hands on your hips. His tone was somehow more condescending this time.

“Oh, baby. You want me to go slow? Not fuckin’ happenin’.”

You didn’t have time to respond before Shane aligned himself with your entrance and forced himself inside. You’d hoped that he’d let you adjust to his size, but you were wrong. The pain was sharp and burning. You gasped and started to cry softly. The tears running down your cheeks were darkened with mascara. Not pausing his movements, Shane kissed your shoulder and softened his tone. The contrast was dizzying.

“You’re doin’ so good for me, angel. I know it hurts. Such a good girl.”

He stroked your hair as he spoke, and like a pathetic puppy, you leaned into his touch. You whimpered and spoke through the tears.

“It hurts, Daddy."

“I know, baby. I know. You’re takin’ me so well, though.”

Shane was completely buried inside of you, and he took a moment to admire the view. You looked so small beneath him, and it made something in his chest ache. This was so fucking wrong, but he couldn’t stop. It’s not like you wanted him to. This time, he gave you a warning before moving.

“Gonna start movin’, baby. You got it.”

“M’kay. M’tryin’.”

Kissing your shoulder again, Shane started thrusting his cock in and out of your cunt. The stinging intensified before slowly fading. You could feel him stretching you in ways that you hadn’t imagined, and the tears kept flowing. As he moved, deep grunts left his throat and his fingers dug into your doughy flesh. You glanced over your shoulder again and watched as his motions faltered. Feeling insecure, you spoke up hesitantly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothin’, babygirl. You’re so pretty.”

Despite the reassurance, he shoved your face back into the mattress, and your makeup was staining his sheets. What he couldn’t admit was that seeing your face made this all too real. He was fucking his best friend’s daughter. He was at least twenty years your senior. That was not a thought that he was choosing to ruminate on. Instead, his movements became harsher. It was too much, and you cried out again.

“Fuck. Go easier. Please, Daddy."

“Sh, sh, sh. I got you.”

His words were soft and comforting, but he wasn’t slowing down. You kept whining and struggling to stay put. Shane firmly held you in place, though. Once the pain dulled, he was finally giving attention to your clit and the pleasure coiled tight in your stomach. His words were slow and coaxing.

“You’re so close, bunny. You gonna come for me?”

“Can I?”

Clearly wanting to fuck with your head, Shane feigned ignorance and hummed softly. His release was rapidly approaching, but he was trying to drag this out.

“Can you what? You need to use your words.”

The wait was agonizing, and you whined in frustration. Was he trying to kill you? Knowing Shane would stop if you got an attitude, you exhaled sharply and ground out your plea.

“Can I come, sir? Please.”

Shane groaned at your words and used every remaining ounce of self-restraint to hold himself back. Finishing inside of you was the last thing that he needed. Although the primitive side of him would have no reservations about filling you with his seed. He was quick to answer you.

“Go ahead, sweetheart.”

That was all the encouragement that you needed. The orgasm was dizzying, and you could feel your eyes rolling back in pleasure. No one had ever made you feel like this. Shane made sure that you’d come before letting himself climax, his first unselfish act of the night. He didn’t stop either, just kept driving into you until he was satisfied. It was unclear if he didn’t care about overstimulating you or if he just hadn’t picked up on it yet.

You could barely catch your breath, and you spoke up hesitantly. The shake in your voice made it clear that you were genuinely in pain. The lack of honorific was further proof that he might’ve gone too far.

“It’s too much, Shane. Please stop.”

The second Shane heard those words, he froze. Actually hurting you was the last thing that he wanted. The softer part of him surfaced, and he immediately stopped thrusting. His thick fingers combed through your hair again, and his voice was almost tender.

“Oh, poor bunny. Did I hurt you?”

Not wanting him to feel guilty, you shook your head and put on a brave face. Your voice was steadier this time, but slightly forced.

“No. I mean, not really. It was just a lot, y’know?”

You’d slurred your words a bit, and Shane suddenly felt sick. This was wrong. So fucking wrong. You felt the shift in the way he was holding himself, but he cut you off before you could say anything.

“Get your skirt back on.”

Even though his tone invited no argument, you were too drunk to hold your tongue. You shifted on the mattress and foolishly voiced your confusion.

“Why, Daddy?"

“Don’t. J-just get dressed.”

The pet name that had aroused him only minutes ago now filled him with shame, and Shane wouldn’t meet your eyes. He stepped away from the bed and pulled up his jeans and boxers. Instead of explaining his change in attitude, he grabbed your discarded clothing from the floor and tossed it in your direction. He then spun on his heel and left you alone on the bed.

As you watched him walk away, your cheeks flushed with humiliation and your chest tightened. You felt like an idiot for believing in this fairy tale and looked down at the mess Shane had made. Finger-shaped bruises marked your hips from where he’d been holding you in place. He hadn’t even left you with anything to clean yourself off with.

The liquor amplified your pettiness, so you rubbed yourself all over his sheets. You only stopped once your skin was dry enough to not leave any stains on your skirt. After redressing your lower half, you wiped your cheeks and tried to get off as much mascara as you could. Most of it was on Shane’s sheets. You willed yourself not to get emotional as you rejoined Shane in the living room.

When you exited his bedroom, you saw Shane pacing in front of the couch. His hand passed through his hair as he turned to face you. The man was sick with guilt, and it was written all over his face. His heart sank when he saw the slight redness to your eyes, and he beat you to speaking.

“Gonna take you home. Rick’s probably worried sick.”

The mention of your father’s name made your stomach churn, and you nodded mutely. You’d been drunk for most of the night, but it was starting to hit you all at once. The nausea rolled through you, and you had to take deep breaths. Shane couldn’t stay in this apartment with you any longer, so he began putting on his coat and shoes.

You went to copy him, but you were much more uncoordinated. When moving towards the coat rack, you tripped over your own feet and stumbled forward. Luckily for you, Shane was close enough to catch you. He steadied you and mumbled beneath his breath.

“Jesus, bunny.”

The nickname relaxed you slightly, and you subconsciously leaned into his touch. Shane had been cold with you minutes earlier, so you were soaking in the attention. Despite his thoughts being muddled with self-loathing, he still found himself lightly stroking your hair. Your words ran together when you mumbled against his chest.

“Don’t feel good.”

Allowing himself to be gentle with you again, Shane sighed softly and kissed the top of your head. This was all his fault. He never should’ve let you come over this late at night and he never should’ve supplied you with the alcohol. Fucking you while you were in this state was the final nail in the coffin. He needed to get you home before he made things worse. His tone was tender when he spoke again.

“I know, sweetheart. I need to get you home, okay? Need help with your coat?”

You wanted to be stubborn and insist that you could dress yourself, but you were far too dizzy for that. Instead, you sighed and nodded. Your voice was smaller than usual when you answered him.

“Yes, please.”

Shane made sure that you were steadier on your feet before grabbing your jacket off of the coat rack. He was careful not to rush you as he pulled your arms through the sleeves and zipped it up. The man was also drunk, so he wasn’t moving as smoothly as he typically would. He was still better off than you, though.

Now it was time to get your shoes on. There was no chance that you’d be able to do that on your own. Shane double-checked that you were stable before grabbing your shoes from where you’d tossed them off by the couch. He crouched in front of you and pulled your foot to rest on his denim-clad thigh. This threw you off balance, and you tumbled backwards. He mumbled a curse and grabbed you before you hit the wall.

“Careful, darlin’.”

“M’sorry.”

In spite of the situation, your soft apology was sickeningly sweet, and the corner of Shane’s mouth quirked upward. He leaned you against the front door and returned to putting your shoes back on. As he did this, you reached out and started running your fingers through his hair. This caught Shane off guard, and he barked a laugh.

“What’re you doin’?”

“S’soft.”

Shane couldn’t do anything but laugh and shake his head. Your delirium relieved some of the tension. At least, temporarily. He grinned up at you, and your cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink. His chest tightened at the sight, and he finished getting your shoes on. Now, he had the task of getting you into the truck.

It had taken several minutes, but Shane finally got you to cooperate. He carried you to the truck and propped the passenger side door open. When he was about to set you down, you clung tighter and murmured.

“Wanna stay with you.”

He sighed deeply and laid you in the seat, despite your protests. Once again softening his tone, he brushed a stray piece of hair from your forehead and responded.

“You can’t, bunny. Rick’s probably already wonderin’ where you are.”

“Fuck him.”

“Hey, don’t talk ‘bout your old man like that.”

In any other circumstance, Shane reprimanding you would’ve earned a groan, but tonight was different. It stung. You shook your head and sheepishly mumbled.

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright. You’re my sweet girl, but you need to talk like it.”

“Okay.”

Being called his sweet girl calmed you, and you were ready to listen. Obediently, you lay back in the seat and waited for Shane to buckle you in. He playfully rolled his eyes at your laziness, but still buckled you in. Confident that you were secure, he paused and thought for a second before kissing your forehead. You hummed contentedly, which made him laugh again.

Once Shane climbed into the driver’s seat and got driving, the drive was relatively smooth. His apartment was only ten minutes away from your father’s house. You were staying there while you were home from college. To his horror, Rick was waiting for you on the front porch. He was going to have to come up with something fast.

You would’ve been equally panicked, but you were fast asleep with your cheek smushed against the window pane. Fuck, it was almost endearing. As he pulled into Rick’s driveway, he began formulating a cover story. He’d barely put the car in park before his best friend was knocking on the driver-side window. Shane rolled down the window and cut Rick off as soon as the other man opened his mouth.

“She’s fine, brother. Just drunk. Found her wanderin’ ‘round.”

“Wanderin’ where?”

Despite Rick’s raised eyebrow, he trusted Shane, and he wasn’t asking this out of suspicion. He was simply gathering the details, as any good cop would do. He wasn’t thrilled by the smell of alcohol on Shane’s breath, but he decided not to comment on it. You’d returned in one piece. While Shane gave his answer, he sighed and moved to unbuckle you.

“Down by my apartment. Guess she was lookin’ for somewhere to calm down.”

For whatever reason, Rick wasn’t questioning where you’d gotten the alcohol. At your university, you’d picked up a mirage of habits that he didn’t approve of. You seeking solace in Shane’s apartment wasn’t surprising either. You’d always found comfort in the older man, and your father was too occupied with other parts of his life to examine that further.

Shane was going to wake you up gently, but it was late and your father was impatient. Rick walked over and opened the passenger-side door. You’d been leaning up against it, so your drunk ass nearly tumbled out of the truck. Shane was still leaning across the center console to unbuckle you, so he was able to catch you. He cursed Rick beneath his breath.

“Shit, Rick, be careful.”

“I’ve got her, man.”

Rick’s patience had run out hours ago, and Shane didn’t have the energy to argue with him. Instead, he sat back in his seat and watched as you were carried into the house. He waited until the two of you were inside before he drove back to his empty apartment. The guilt that had embedded in his chest was piercing again.

Once he got back inside, he refused to dwell on the hollowness and resorted to drinking more until he fell asleep on his couch.

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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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