another world

“Did you behave today, kid? Kicking your mama up a storm?” he murmurs against your shirt, his nose brushing the soft fabric. You narrow your eyes, a small smile forming at your lips as you pull back, then you feign frustration with a pout. “Yeah, my day’s great, honey. Thanks for asking.”

“Oh, c’mon, sweetpea, you know I didn’t mean it like that,” he says with a crooked grin as he straightens up, pulling you into his arms. He leans forward to kiss you. His lips are soft and tender against yours, and suddenly, the forgotten kiss is forgotten. He pulls back just a hair to whisper against your mouth, his hands warm on your cheeks. “There.”

“Took you long enough,” you huff dramatically, though the smile betrays you.

“Don’t even start with that shit,” he scoffs playfully, tucking you against his side. One arm wraps around your waist, his hand resting on your belly, thumb slowly circling the curve. “You get kisses all the time.”

“So? I’m carrying your child. Least you can do is give me my smooches.”

Before he can come up with another comeback, the baby decides it’s time for you two to stop flirting and start paying attention to them. Shane’s face lights up instantly as he feels the sudden kick beneath his palm. “Did you feel that? Was it the baby?”

“No, Shane. Just my organs throwing a party in there,” you roll your eyes at his question, as if he hasn’t been feeling those kicks every chance he gets.

It’s his hands on your stomach when you’re watching TV. It’s his ear against your skin before you go to sleep. No matter how tired he is, he always, always spends part of his evenings talking to your growing bump and listening to every kick like they’re having a real conversation.

Shane barks a joyful laugh as he guides you back to the house. Neither of you says anything to break the comfortable silence, and his hand never leaves you.

In that moment, you realize this is it. The man who loves you with all his heart. The kid you already know will be your biggest headache someday. Everything you need is right here, on your front porch.

“Happy Father’s Day, baby,” you whisper again, losing the sass from earlier, nestling into him. Shane leans down to kiss your temple softly, his stubble tickling your skin. “Yeah, baby. Best one I’ve ever had.”

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"Sweet girl, look at me." Shane grumbles, grabbing your jaw and making you look at him. He's always been a bit rough with you, in and out of the bedroom. He doesn't care that you're crying, mostly because it's over something he considers stupid.

"Why'd you cut it?" You whine, salty tears rolling down your face. It's not that serious, but it's important to you. "It was so perfect!"

"Jesus, baby, I told you. I was jus' tired of maintainin' it."

"I could have washed it for you! You don't even use styling products, it was that perfect!"

"Doll." He scolds. You're quite familiar with the tone, he uses it every time you step out of line.

"It's just hair, it'll grow back."

His finger rests against your quivering lips.

"'sides, it's me getting revenge for you lettin' Lori cut your pretty hair shorter. I miss the long hair you'd put up in all those pretty styles. You looked like such a little housewife. I can't even tug it as well now."

"Don't you start with the bedroom-freak stuff now!" You turn your head away.

"Aww, why, pumpkin? You let me put you on leashes and put you in costumes but you draw the line at me cutting my hair? Pup can't handle a little teasing from her man?" He teases, hands running down your side. He stops when you push him off.

"No sex until it grows back!" You declair, standing up. He pauses.

"Ex-fucking-cuse me?"

"You heard me! No sex, no making out, no blowjobs, nothing. In fact, you're not even allowed to watch me change anymore!"

Shane watches in utter despair as you storm out, slamming the door of the bathroom behind you.

"You know what, fine! Go throw your little temper tantrum, girl! You'll come crawling back in a day!"

Okay, so, Shane might be fucked.

Based on the amount of sex you guys had pre apocalypse and at the Atlanta camp, Shane assumed you'd cave first. He remembers the good days when he'd come home to dinner on the table or you on the couch in just a shirt and underwear - both enjoyable sights. It was usually 50-50 on who would initiate.

The first few days were fine, but you were getting on his nerves. You wouldn't sleep facing him or let him hold you while you slept, you weren't always following him around like normal, and you wouldn't even kiss him. But he was a man, he could deal with it. There's other stuff to be done. Runs to do, walkers to kill, fences to fix, animals to hunt.

But then a few days turned into a week, and Shane Walsh had come to the realization that you're very, very serious and he's in dire need of a quick fuck. It's still slightly warm out, so you're wearing those jeans shorts he loves with one of your stupid sweaters - an outfit combo he would make fun of you for if you were on good terms. Are you cold or hot? Make up your fucking mind.

It's been almost a week and a half now. People are starting to notice your distance from Shane and his temper getting worse. Rick was the first one to notice, as to be expected. He'd seen many of these days when they were back in the police force - Shane wasn't a happy man when denied pleasure.

After another successful day of you ignoring him in favor of hanging out and running about with the others, Shane cornered you in the tent you two shared.

"Babydoll, I'm sorry for making you mad. I didn't know it would bother you that much. You can bitch and yell at me, just look at me, I'm right here."

He's a grown man, an officer of the law. He's killed walkers and humans and he's never hesitated. But right now, he's melting into you and pleading for forgiveness.

"Please baby, I can make you feel so good and you won't be mad at me anymore." His arms tighten around your waist and his lips brush your shoulder.

"I'll be so gentle with you, you'll forget all about the stupid curls."

You huff. The huffing that normally would drive him crazy, make him fuck you further into the sheets.

"They weren't stupid! They were gorgeous and soft and silky! They made you so handsome!"

Shane tilts his head, dragging his lips from your shoulder to your neck.

"Does my baby not think I'm handsome anymore? Is my girl not attracted to her man anymore?"

You roll your eyes.

"Shane, you know that's not true. I just wished you would have told me before you did. You've had this hair since forever. You used to love your hair!"

Your complaining makes his snicker as he grazes his teeth against the skin of your throat.

"So how about you show me how much you love me? Show me just how much you adore me, even with my stupid hair shaved off."

You give a slight nod, and at your consent he moves to unbutton your shorts.

"Don't even worry, babydoll. I'll shove that smart mouth of yours straight into the pillow, you won't even need to to look at me. That sound good, sweet girl?"

"...yeah."

andrea and sweetheart were in the woods behind camp when she suggested you carry a pile of firewood back to camp, of course you weren't going to disagree and protest against her needing help. it was already bad that others in camp thinking that you aren't able to pull your weight because shane is always helping you so you gave her a sweet smile, holding out your arms and letting her pile on the wood.

"there. should be the last of it! are you sure you gotta it?" she questions worriedly, holding out her hands incase you drop it all. "of course!! its not thag heavy, see!" you bend your knees into a squat to show her how light it is. you make your way through the woods back to camp, when you get half way there in the line of sight of shane, you call out to him, "shane! look what i hav-!" unaware that a big ole log is in your path due to how high the pile of wood you have is stacked.

you trip over the log, the wood goes flying in the opposite direction and you land on the gravel hard. you tried to put your hands out in front of you to lessen the impact but it didn't. shane heard your voice but when he turned around he only saw you go down, "oh fuck!" he drops the gun he was cleaning on the table and makes a beeline directly towards you.

he can hear your wailed sobs, when he jumps over the log he see you sitting in your butt with your hurt knee towards you, when you look up he sees your lip wobble and your eyes watering, "pa!" you reach out your arms for him to pull up into a bridal position. "oh come here, kiddo. you're okay." he shushes you before carrying you back to camp.

once you two are close enough in sight, dale is the first to ask what happened, "ion know dale. she was carryin some damn sticks piled yay high." shanes annoyance seeps through, "you got a first aid? her knee is banged up pretty bad." he turns you to show dale a better look at your leg.

"yeah, its above the kitchen sink in the rv." dale looks apologetic towards the young girl. shane nods before taking you into the rv and placing you down on the nearest seat before grabbing the first aid "aight baby girl, this is gonna sting okay?" he takes the cotton swab filled with alcohol and gently dabs your knee. you jerk your knee away from him, "ow! ow! stop it, it hurts" your tears begin to come out again. shane grabs your ankle keeping ahold of it, "i know baby, i don't like doing this as much as you don't like it happening."

He smiled. He noticed. His smile drifted slowly into the corner of his lips, the kind where he actually cared about what was happening in your head, like he wanted to peel back all your layers to dissect exactly how you were feeling.

"Or," he said sliding away the plate in front of you, "Did you make sure you looked pretty for me?"

Oh, how badly you wanted to lie, wanted to say no, maybe even laugh it off to really sell it. The sound of your heart was hammering in your ear, your mouth couldn't possibly form a response.

Stupid. stupid. stupid.

"Talk to me baby," He leaned in closer, "Who are you lookin so pretty for?" He inched just a little closer.

"I just curled my hair Mikey," your voice was soft but at least you managed to get words out, frail and soft but nonetheless words were spoken.

Mikey laughed , his eyes looked to you as he leaned in just close enough that his stumble scratched your cheek, the smell of his beer and cigarettes mix in your nose.

"You didn't curl it for me?" He whispered velvety-rough, then without waiting, a soft kiss planted on your lips.

Just a brush of him, the taste of him lingering. His lips were gentle like he was asking for permission. You look at him, eyes wide, the hot ball in your stomach growing needy. He kissed you again, deeper, longer, his movements are perciese and urgent.

One hand slid down to your thigh, his hand spread warmth through the denim sending the heat from your stomach straight down to your core. His other stayed at your jaw his rough thumb brushing under your bottom lip.

All you could do was melt into him, melt into the man who made you spaghettiO's, who made your plate at thanksgiving, the man who would walk you to the bus stop…

His thumb made its way across your lips again, pressing gently into your mouth before his lips dipped down again, hands grabbing your face like you might just run away.

Mikey’s lips deepened into you-he was tasting every inch of you. His hands slithered down to your thigh, squeezing and sliding further where you needed him. He kissed you with a rhythm- soft and gentle like a rehearsed way, like he’d been thinking of you a lot. Thinking about how you’d taste on his tongue.

You could feel his breath tighten when you kissed him with equal confidence, without a second of hesitation. His fingers tensed around the apex of your thighs when you leaned further into him.

Mikey was out of breath, he pulled back just enough to scan your body, the delicate mess of your hair and the peaks of your nipples shining through your top.

His gruff voice was laced with whatever humor he could muster, “sweetheart, don't do this to me.” He shook his head, almost like that could ever deter you, “we can’t do this.”

His words were firm yet his hands still found your hips and his eyes still found your lips. He shook his head, he knew this was wrong, that he needed to push you away.

But he didn't instead he stayed put as you crashed into him, lips smashed and teeth grazing, you needed him and needed him now. The kiss was feverish, mouths messy and breaths ragged. His hands worked up the strength to press against your throbbing core through your jeans.

His voice was rough in your ear, "Baby...take 'em off." He wanted to see all of you, and slowly Mikey peeled those jeans down your hips himself, taking the time to grab a handful of ass and thigh on his way down. You rip your top off exposing your lacy matching bra, nipples visible throught he fabric.

His breath hitched the second he saw your lace panties. They could have been whatever color and fabric, it didn't matter. The fact that you were wearing them, even if they weren't for him damn near killed him.

With one smooth motion he hooked his finger through the elastic and tugged you towards him, his hand slid down between your thighs, the calloused pads of his middle and pointer finger brushing right past where it mattered.

"Mikey no teas-" You started just as he dipped both fingers in, the sharp adjustment was quick and hot as his fingers slid between the lace and straight for your cunt.

"Dirty girl, look how much your takin' already." The hot breath on your neck was orgasam fuel, but he wouldn't let you off that fast. His fingers were thick and hard but not cruel, he knew exactly how to make his angel feel good. As moans tore from your mouth, Mikey swallowed them, engulfing each sound like it belonged to him, like you belonged to him. He tested you, seeing how far he could reach inside you before you went twitchy and arched into him, another kiss crashed down onto your lips pulling you into him.

He found the spot inside you, the one that made your back arch off the counter or whatever surface you were on. Your mind was so clouded you could be fucked on the roof and never even noticed. He held his position inside you, fingers exploring every inch of your cunt while his other hand made gentle circles on your clit. No teasing. No withdrawal.

Just pleasing.

Mikey felt it, felt the way your body was aching around his fingers, the whimpers that flooded his mouth, he could see you werent just into him, you needed him.

His breath came heavier now, chest rising every time your hips bucked up. "Baby have you ever been fingered before?" His head cocked to the side & without breaking eye contact, he added a third finger.

"Has anyone touched you like this? Maybe you feel good?" It was agony, you needed more or you needing a release.

He knew it didn't matter, who cared who touched you before, who got to see this version of you, none of them had you trembling like he did.

He made laps with his thumb around your clit, your hands reaching for his wrist, "Cum for me sweetheart, show me how pretty you look." Your moans filled the kitchen, drowning out whatever show had been playing on the TV. Your whole body shook, your legs begged to slam shut around his arm until you reached that sweet beautiful release. Your orgasam came hard, your cum dripping down his hand.

Mikey's fingers stayed inside you just a second longer, working in that perfect rhythm before slowly pulling out, his thumb grazing your aching clit one last time before he stood.

Towering over you, the full frame of him casted a shadow in his dim kitchen. His hands found your waist, pulling your ass to his solid cock through his jeans. You could feel just about every inch of him, the sound of his belt clicking off of him was all you needed.

Mikey makes moves with his hands to bend you over the counter, cold marble meeting your chest. He played with your entrence for a little, pushing the head of his cock around you, circling your clit before he finally pushed his way into you.

This was hunger. This was raw and this was urgent, he didn't waste his time before he settled into his rhythm. Finding a pace that reminded you just whos counter you were getting fucked on.

Hard, deep strokes that made the counter creak under the weight of you two. each thrust grew a little deeper, his thighs hitting yours with every snap forward.

He made sure you felt every inch of you inside him, "How's that feelin baby?"

His hands made their way to your throat, forcing you to look him through teary eyes, "Mikey fu-fuck" It was almost painful to make out any words. You bucked you hips back into him, forcing yourself to take all of him harder and harder.

"stay quite baby, you ain't gotta talk. let me make you feel good."

Your eyes started to release tears, it felt like he was ripping into you, but God did it feel like bliss.

He found his pace with one hand in your hair and the other on your throat, "Are you gonna let me fill you up baby?" You could have said yes to whatever he wanted in that moment but between whatever whimpers and moans you could muster, you begged "Yes, y-yes please. I wanna feel it please."

Just what he needed, his little girl begging him to fill her up, to see his cum drip down her thighs.

The moment he came, mikeys entire body tensed, his mouth left open by the rough grunts as his hips stuttered inside you as he spilled into your cunt. Hot pulses pushed the cum in deeper, he didn't pull out right away, he made sure he stayed there for a second.

Then gently, so gently in fact it surprised you, he spun you around facing him. Chest to chest.

His big hands cupped your facem the same ones that had just been on your throat were suddenly so careful.

His eyes were dark and sweet, sweat trickled down his face as he ran a finger across your lips. "You did good baby, guess that school has taught you somethin?" His smile was sweet, like the boy who grew up with you kind of sweet.

"Gotta getcha cleaned up now sweetheart."

Oh my fuck that took forever !!!! SO SORRY!!!!! I just finished moving & im finally able to write again! YIPPIE

These days you stuck close to Amy. The two of you washed clothes down by the quarry fished when supplies ran low and tried to keep each other distracted from the reality of what the world had become. Everyone else had their jobs, their own routines. Yours mostly involved trying not to stare at Shane.

It was a losing battle. Maybe it was because Shane carried himself like he knew what he was doing when nobody else did. Maybe it was the way people listened when he spoke. Maybe it was just because in a world that had gone completely crazy Shane was really attractive.

Whatever the reason, you couldn't help yourself. Shane noticed. He caught every glance that lingered long. Every time your eyes drifted to his hands while he cleaned a rifle. Every time you watched him split firewood sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Every time he looked over and found you already looking.

Sometimes you swore he did things on purpose. The smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth whenever he caught you staring didn't help. "Hey girl " he'd call, leaning back against a truck like he hadn't just watched you nearly walk into a tree. "Need a favor." Every single time your stomach would drop.

Because the worst part wasn't that Shane knew it was that he knew what it did to you.

After spending most of the evening cleaning fish you were covered in sweat, dirt and fish guts. You headed toward Dales RV hoping to find a washcloth or something to clean up with. Dale looked up from where he was tinkering with something near the door. "Hey sweetie what do you need?"

"Just a cloth, please." You held up your hands stained with fish blood and scales. Dales eyes widened immediately. "Yeah you stay there I'll grab one."

A moment later he emerged from the RV carrying two washcloths and a small bar of soap. "The last of what I've got." he said, pressing them into your hands. "Enjoy it" You smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Dale seriously." With your newfound treasure in hand you made your way down toward the river.

The evening air had finally started to cool the sounds of camp growing quieter behind you with every step. The water glimmered beneath the fading sunlight. You might well take a proper bath while you're at it. Lord knew you needed one.

You set the soap and cloth on a rock before crouching at the waters edge. The cool river water felt heavenly against your aching hands as you scrubbed away the grime from the day's work. Dirt, sweat and fish blood swirled away with the current disappearing downstream. For the time all day you felt relaxed. Just for a little.

"Well, well, well look at this slacker." You nearly jumped, whipping your head around at the sound of the drawl. A figure stepped out from the brush shoulders catching the last of the evening light. You didn't even need to see his face to know who it was. By now you had Shane Walsh memorized. Every inch of him.

"Yeah, whatever." you shot back rolling your eyes. "You're welcome for dinner by the way." You'd only spent half the day hauling in fish while everyone else handled their camp chores. Maybe you couldn't shoot a handgun worth a damn but you could outfish every single person in camp and everybody knew it. Shane chuckled. "Oh sweetheart, I was just messin' with you."

The nickname sent a shock down your spine and through your stomach. He started toward the riverbank closing the distance between you with that confidence of his. A bundle of clothes hung from one hand. You hated how aware you became whenever he got close. Hated how your pulse picked up. Hated how good he looked after a day all sweat-slick skin and rolled sleeves. Mostly you hated that he knew it.

"Looks like Dale finally took pity on you " Shane said, nodding toward the soap and washcloth sitting on the rock nearby. You glanced down at them. "Apparently I smelled bad to concern him." Shane laughed, low and warm. "Nah if you smelled that bad we'd have left you for the walkers already." 

"You're such an ass." 

"Mm " he smirked. "Yet here you are."

The words hung in the air between you. You opened your mouth to fire back some remark but nothing came out. Shane noticed, of course he did. A slow grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as he took another step forward. Then another. Your back wasn't against anything. Suddenly it felt like there was nowhere to go.

"In case you didn't notice I was here first " you said, trying to sound annoyed. "What are you even doing over here? Don't you have anything to do?" His eyes flickered over your face. "I came here to get myself clean." he said. "What about you sweetheart, what are you doing sitting by the water all by yourself?" 

"Nothin'." you grumbled.

Shane laughed, almost inaudible but still patronizing. Trying to distract yourself from the situation you'd somehow found yourself in, you turned away. Dropped to the rivers edge. You scrubbed at your hands enough that the rough cloth burned against your skin. The cool water wasn't helping as much as it should have.

Shane let out a laugh behind you. "You keep on doin' that your gonna scrub your skin clean off." "I'd rather do that than listen to you." "Mhmm." You hated that sound that knowing sound. The one that said he could see through you. You focused harder on the washcloth trying to think about anything

"Fish scales " you muttered to yourself. "Dirt."The man standing three feet away. "You nervous?" Shane asked. "No."

"Another lie." You rolled your eyes. Glanced up and that was a big mistake. Shane was leaning against a tree arms crossed over his chest watching you with the patience of a man who knew he was winning.

"You got a high opinion of yourself don't you?" A grin tugged at his mouth. "Not usually." His eyes met yours. "Just when it comes to you." The breath caught in your throat before you could stop it. For a second neither of you said anything. The river rushed past and somewhere in the distance someone laughed back at camp. It felt far away.

Shane pushed off the tree slowly deliberately. Your pulse jumped. "You know " he said quietly stopping in front of you "most people get real good at avoiding things that scare them." You tilted your head. " Whats that supposed to mean?" His gaze dropped briefly to your mouth back to your eyes. "It means you've been looking at me for weeks." The words landed like a punch.

"You still ain't run." Your eyes widened. "Just because you know how to shoot better than me. Thats all. "you said, trying to sound calm. "You said you'd teach me. You haven't."

"What would change if I taught you?" Shane took another step forward another. The space between you was disappearing quickly it made your head spin. "I think you like having me around."

You rolled your eyes refusing to give him the satisfaction. "Oh please." A smirk tugged at his mouth.

"I think you love it." Your breath caught and there it was, that confidence, that arrogance that made you want to shove him into the river and kiss him at the time.

Before you could think of a response Shane's hands settled on your arms, solidly holding you in place just enough that looking away felt impossible. "Shane thats not—"

"Not what?" His voice was lower now rougher. "Not what all those stares are saying?" You. The river rushed behind you but it sounded distant and muted.

The only thing you could think about was Shane. "Doll," Shane said softly, tilting his head a bit. "I would hate to be wrong." His eyes looked down at your mouth for a second. That was long enough to make your stomach feel weird.

"But I think you want me as much as I want you " Shane said.

His words really got to you. Made your stomach start to churn.

Not because they surprised you or anything. Because they did not surprise you. You had been trying not to think about Shane for weeks.

You had been trying not to notice how his shirts fit him. You had been trying not to wonder what it would be like if he ever looked at you like you looked at him. Now he was looking at you like that. He was close enough that you could feel the heat coming from him. He was close enough that one step would make you touch.

"You are so full of it " you said to Shane. You didn't really mean it, you hoped this was all true, all of it wasn't in your head. Shane just smiled more. "There you are" he said. You glared at him.

He just stood there. You just stood there too.

It was weird that neither of you moved. It made your heart beat faster. Shane looked at your face. Then at your eyes again. "So tell me I am wrong " he said. It was like a challenge.

Shane's hands on your arms loosened up so you could leave if you wanted to.You could just walk away.You did not move. You just stayed there. For the first time all night Shane looked a little out of breath.

Before you could say anything Shane moved closer to you.

He leaned down. Kissed you.

It was hard and fast.

Like he had been wanting to do it for weeks and finally,  just did it. It took your breath away.

His hands went to your waist. Pulled you close to him. Like he did not want any space between you. For a moment you could not think. You did not think about anything.

Just Shane.

Just the way his skin felt on yours and the way his hands held you. Like he was afraid you would disappear or something. When he finally stopped kissing you he did not move away.

His forehead was still on yours. You were both breathing hard.

"Damn it " Shane said, backing away from you, licking his lips. He rests his hands above his head.

"What?" you asked. Looking at shane almost frantic. You knew this was a mistake, hes just horny and alone. Thats all this was. 

Shane just shook his head. Running his hands through his thick dark curls. He’s almost out of breath.

"You have no idea what you have been doing to me " he said. His hands suddenly were all over you. You pressed yourself into his chest. "Shane please " you said into his neck.

Soon as Shane heard that he changed. "Baby, tell me you want this " he said. His voice was low and shaky.

He was not demanding anything. He just really needed to hear it.

Shane touched you where you wanted him to. The fire in your stomach was getting hotter.

"Shane, please do not make me wait, " you said. Your voice was strained. It was like Shane was going to lose it then. "Oh sweetheart, I wouldn’t dream of it " he said. Shane pulls you close, putting his hands at the border of your tank top and shorts, yanking your top off in a swift movement. He swooped you up and placed you on the grass. His hands were clumsy roaming all over your body with an eagerness not the usual stoic and precise Shane.

“Sweetheart, can you take your pants off for me?” Shane tilted his head and kissed up your neck, right behind your ear. 

Immediately you unbutton and rip your pants down your legs, you black thong coming off with them, Shane scans you up and down. “Well, ain't that nice.” Shane dips down and runs his tongue down to your peaked nipples, making little circles around and around. 

“Sha-Shane, please touch me.” You beg arching into his mouth, craving any touch he can foster.

“Whatever you want baby” Shane trails his rough hands down to your wet cunt. “How ‘bout that huh? Already so so needy and I just started with you.” You reach your hand down to his rock hard bulge trapped in denim. “Girlie if you dont stop that I might finish this quickly” he chuckles

Shane takes his two longest fingers and plunges them inside of you, hard and fast. Moans and gasps escape you, unable to control any bodily function. “That feel alright?” Shane pumps his hand faster, other hand toying with your nipples.

“Ye-yes Shane. Yes. I want mor-re” It was music to his ears, his beautiful girl under him writhing about. 

“What do you want more of, sweetheart, tell me baby.” He pulls his fingers out achingly slow and pushes them back in even slower. “Shane your cock, I want your cock.” 

“Atta girl” he takes his hand to his own belt and pants to fumble with the buckle and zipper. In that moment Shane could have sworn it took 30 minutes just to pull his pants down.

He instinctively reaches his hands under your waist, flipping you over in one swift motion. “You're gonna be good for me right, sweetheart?” 

“Yes shane” You tease him a little by sticking your ass up, wading side to side rubbing yourself on his exposed cock. He felt a lot bigger than what you had imagined.

During campfires you would see his bulge just asking for you to unveil it. His arms were always exposed, either by rolled up button downs or just t-shirts. The first time you saw him without a shirt on you were sure you might be losing it. After months of being in a new world he still managed to look like that.

“Oh you dont know what im going to do to you’” he whispers in your ear, sliding the tip of his rock-hard cock over your dripping folds. Your untameable moans escape you the second shane fills you with all of his inches, his girth stretching your walls just right. He starts soft and slow letting you adjust and squirm for a second but the millisecond you adjust, Shane loses control and slams into you. 

Beat after beat.

Beat after beat.

“Sh-ane” was all you could muster, Shane grabs your throat and hair pulling your face up, “Sweetheart you like that? Does that make ya feel good?” all the sounds come crashing down at once, the river, your wetness around his cock, his moans combining with yours. All you could 

“Reach your hand back and play with yourself, baby” he commands, releasing your throat and hair allowing you to reach your clit and make little circles. Shane continues with his force slowing down a little. “Im going to cum shane” you squeal overwhelmed with all of it. Shane's unrelenting cock repeatedly pounds into you. 

“Thats good sweetheart, is my cock making you feel good?” All you can manage is moans, a true response would be impossible as Shane just slams into you faster. 

“Baby can you keep touching yourself?”all of it was too much, his cock filling you up and the abuse on your clit, it's a wonder how the camp hasn't heard any of your moans or screams by now. 

Shane is at his peak and so are you by now, both of you guys are sweaty moaning messes. “Okay baby cum now, cum with me baby” he says hot and raspy in your ear and so you do as your told. The burning release that was built up in your stomach is extinguished as you ride out your high on shane. “There you go baby” shane delivers soft bucks until he ultimately pulls out. 

He rolled onto his back beside you, staring up at the darkening sky. "We definitely need to use that soap now, don't we?" he chuckled, extending an arm toward you. You laughed despite yourself and scooted closer, tucking yourself against his side. His arm settled around your shoulders automatically, like it belonged there.

For the first time in months, maybe since all of this started, you felt warm.

Safe.

"I can't believe I let you ambush me like that," you muttered. "We probably missed all of dinner." A pout tugged at your lips as you dropped your full weight against him. Shane huffed a laugh.

"Ambush you?" his eyebrows raised.

"Yes, ambush me."

"Sweetheart, if I remember correctly, you had plenty of opportunities to walk away." You groaned and buried your face against his shirt. "I liked you better when you weren't right."

"That's a lie."

His chest rumbled beneath your cheek as he laughed. The sound made something in your chest ache. Not in a bad way. Just enough to remind you how long it had been since you'd felt anything close to normal.

For a while, neither of you spoke.The river trickled nearby. Crickets chirped in the trees. Camp felt miles away. Shane's hand drifted absentmindedly along your arm.

"You know they're never gonna let me live this down." You lifted your head. "What’re you talkin’ about?" His grin returned. "The second Amy sees us together." Your eyes widened. "Oh my God."

"Mm-hm."

"She is never going to shut up about it."

"Nope."

You groaned again and shoved lightly at his chest. Shane caught your hand before you could pull away. His smile softened. "Hey." The teasing vanished from his voice. You looked up at him. "Yeah?” For a moment, he just looked at you. Like he was making sure you were real. Then he squeezed your hand.

"Glad it was you."

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.

"Seven!"

"Oh baby ya ain’t gotta cry.." he coos, shifting you slightly to meet his gaze as you crane your head to the side. Tears stream down your cheeks as his palm soothes over bright red swats. "you- ya think I like doin this? Makin my pretty baby all sore?"

Truthfully in this moment you cant say. The enthusiasm with how he cracks down against you heavy, fuelled with something much darker. Like he enjoys the blood rushing to the surface of your skin, making you struggle against him.

And In a way shane finds doesn't want to admit, he does.

"B-but shaney.. It hurts." you sniffle, mind reeling over what got you into this. The instructions he so often reminded you to follow that you had, while accidentally, ignored.

Never go out there alone and especially dont do it without telling anyone.

But could you help it if there was a dog on the edge of the land, alone and scared? You hadn't ment to go far, truly, just see if the poor creature was okay. If it had someone. You weren't supposed to of gotten lost by the time night was beginning to fall and make everyone worry.

"I know, I know it does," he sighs, chest puffing out with a jerky nod of his buzzed head. "but ya gotta learn baby. Gotta know what happens when ya ain’t listen.. Be over n' done soon, just got a couple more to count."

Body shaking you try to beg, to plead, hoping your teary pout could work as a break through.

"Plea-"

"Shh, shh. You stop fussin" he interrupts instead, hand soothing over burning skin again. You can feel the way he's preparing you, feel the anticipation of another strike in your belly.

"you can take it" Shane affirms, before his hand falls from your ass to instead tug at your hair. The pain is sharp and makes you whine, neck wrenched up uncomfortably, eyes wide as they struggle to find his. The tut that follows is mocking, cruel and hesitant all in one. "Or aint you my brave girl anymore?"

Part of your brain knows it's wrong, that he's being mean, manipulatve, and yet you find your voice is desperate as it denys his words.

"N-no! I am! Still a-am, promise! shaney please..

It draws a grin to his lips you dont see, that possesive spark in his chest igniting as his hand begins to drift once more.

"Yeah.. Yeah i know ya are sugar. But see.." shane sighs, your body trembling in his lap as his fingers run along the seam of your little shorts. The material pulled up between your plump cheeks from his correction. "See i aint think you're hatin this as much as you think ya are.."

Your throat gulps a swallow, heartbeat thudding in your ears as you feel the light brush of his hand just below the burning heat of your spanked ass.

"S'- okay i guess ." you sniffle, trying to kep yourself still. "jus' hurts real bad..

Shane tuts, bouncing you ever so slightly on his knees. "hurtin bad huh?" he asks, hand grabbing a large palmfull of your raw ass cheek. "s'that right here? Or.." his fingers slip down again, nestling there way to your covered cunt. The pressure is enough to feel even through the fabric, the seams catching at your throbbing bud making you gasp quietly "Is it down here?"

Your fingers curl around the scratchy fabric of his pants, body wobbling in his lap. "D-down.. shaney.." you whimper. "Hurts.. Down there"

His fingers slip into the cut of fabric at your ass, rubbing over your soaked panties directly now. He relishes in each little sound, in the way your nails dig into his ankles, let alone the way he can play you like his own personal fiddle.

Be a little mean, coo all soft, keep you as his. I mean, Is it really his fault when your so fucking easy for him?

When you just whine, pitiful and high, hips pressing into the touch Shane laugh. The sound rough, guffawed as his bald head shakes side to side.