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It shouldn’t have surprised you that Shane made an incredible drunk hookup. Where most dudes usually faltered when drunk, Shane seemed to really be in his element. Confident, skilled, and thoughtful, he always ensured that even if you didn’t remember anything else the next morning, you remembered him. Now, was it the healthiest arrangement? No. He was still a massive prick, avoiding you in public, and the fact that he seemed to need the alcohol to perform didn’t do wonders for your self-confidence. You felt used, and to be fair, you were being used. By this point, you had learned your lesson. If you wanted a good fuck you just needed to find Shane at the end of a shit day and a long night.
It was one of those days. You needed it bad- you needed him bad. Five glasses of wine deep, you approached Shane with your offering, a cold mug of beer. Your heart fluttered at the way a smile twitched at the edge of his lips.
“That good of a day, huh?’ He accepted the beer, not sneering when you took the bar stool next to him.
“I haven’t left the farm in two weeks. I need more sprinklers, but that needs more iron, but that requires me leaving the farm, and I can’t leave the farm because I need to water the stupid fucking crops.” You burst out. It had also been two weeks since you had talked to someone.
“And I’m the antisocial one,” He snorted, then eyed the sixth glass of wine you began down. “Slow down, sweetheart. Wine doesn’t go bad.”
“I need to feel less.” You panted, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. A broad, warm hand on your knee suddenly brought you back into your body.
“Can I help?” Shane looked genuinely… concerned. You shook it off. Shane had told you a hundred times that he doesn’t care. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t help. You leaned in so that only he could hear you, whispering directly into his ear.
“I want you to come home with me and do the most depraved shit you can think of.” You had never been so forward. For all intents and purposes, Shane was like a wild rabbit: soft, anxious, and haunted by a feeling he could be eaten at any moment. However, it seemed like you had built up quite a bit of goodwill with him, as you felt him squeeze your knee before calling Emily over.
“I’ll close out for me and farm girl.” He grunted at the bartender.
“A gentleman.” You giggled and finished your glass, ignoring his eyeroll.
Stumbling back through the warm summer night, Shane took your hand. You almost convinced yourself that it was just to keep himself steady; his broad shoulders had a noticeable sway, but the way his thumb rubbed intent circles told you maybe he just liked it. It was nice, chatting easily about your dreams for the farm and your mutual hatred for the devil named Morris. Shane easily knew the most about running a farm in town; his animal husbandry was unmatched. It may have been why he had taken a slight liking to you, with two deluxe coops and a deluxe barn, you were serious about your farm animals. He has good pointers, and even better, he was very willing to work with his hands.
The thought of his hands brought you back to the present. He had stopped holding yours and instead had his arm hooked around your waist, fingers insistently kneading into the fat of your hip. He was going on about Zuzu’s gridball record this season, seemingly unfazed by this newfound intimacy. You popped the gate to the farmyard, the soft glow of torches making your head swim as the cabin came into view. There was no doubt, you were pretty drunk, and from the way Shane was pronouncing Zuzu, he was as well.
Shane let go of your waist to grab the key from under the doormat and open the front door. You hated the loss of contact, but fuck, the way he so casually let himself in really did it for you. The cabin was dim, the remnants of the fireplace still crackling being the only guiding light. Shane stretched, shedding the hole-filled blue hoodie. His t-shirt wasn’t much better, but it did show off the way his muscles bulged against the too-tight fit. When he ran a hand through his hair the hem lifted to show the dense trail of hair down his stomach. It always seemed awkward once you got him back to your cabin. You both knew it was for sex, but both seemed equally reticent to imply that the other might actually want them. Shane looked so god damn good, though, it was hard to feel hesitant. You lit the fire, even in the middle of the summer, your cabin caught a draft. However, you didn’t move from in front of the fireplace; instead, kneeling on the cool, worn wood, you first removed your tank top, then skirt, then bra, before finally shimmying out of your underwear. Completely naked, you sat patiently on your knees, staring down the rabbit who still seemed to be processing what had happened.
“Fuck I gotta go piss first, baby.” He blinked like he suddenly realized. You pouted.
“Come on, don’t break the seal.” You spread your knees apart to bring a hand to your center, unsurprised by how wet you were. Just the lightest touch to your clit has you rocking. Shane’s name came easily.
“You really do want me that bad, don’t ya?” He licked his lips, pulling his t-shirt over his head. He swallowed hard, now towering over you. “Tellin the truth earlier about depraved shit?”
“I would let you do whatever you wanted to me, Shane, just want to be used by you.” You were fully fucking your hand now, fingers rubbing rough circles around your clit, dipping down to push gingerly inside. He could bend you over right now, and you would be ready; you didn’t realize how badly you wanted him, how much you needed him.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this.” He unzipped his shorts, fumbling with the buttons. “I love the way you touch yourself for me. I can hear how fucking wet you are.”
Finally freeing himself, he was already half hard. Eagerly, you opened your mouth.
“Nah, honey, I wanna warm up inside ya.”
You fell into what felt like routine, flipping to your knees and elbows so he could slide right in. Usually, he needed some heavy petting to get going, fucking your throat till you wretched was one of his favorites. But tonight, tonight, he seemed to be too eager to be inside, too overwhelmed by the thought of having you all to himself.
“Can you, can we-“ he suddenly seemed unsure, he took a deep breath, “on your back, I want to see your pretty face while I ruin that tight cunt.”
There was that sure footing. This was new, this was untouched territory. You eagerly did as told, flipping to your back to find Shane over the top of you, slotting between your spread thighs. He was so pretty, dark messy hair falling haphazardly, pretty green eyes reflecting the firelight, you can’t believe you’ve never fucked like this before. You couldn’t help yourself. You surged up, kissing him intently, whining as he reciprocated. Hands threading through the mess of his hair, pulling him as close to your face as you could. Fuck he tasted good, even beyond the beer. You loved the way his tongue tasted against yours. His hips rutted against you, cock harder by the second as the tip caught against your folds, catching your slick. You realized he was whining into your mouth as well, equally as caught up. Guiding him, you were able to help him push inside almost fully hard now.
“I love feeling you get hard in me.” You moaned as he grunted, pushing his cock deeper.
“You’re too fucking right.” He gritted out. His hips didn’t stop, though, trying to fuck himself deeper. You couldn’t tell if he was kissing or licking down your neck, but fuck it felt good. “Such a warm cunt, so good for me.”
“Just yours, Shane, just yours.” You clenched, the idea of being his making the heat in your stomach intensify.
“That’s it, god, I’m oh fuck-“ suddenly his hips stilled. He had fully sheathed himself, forcing his cock as deep as possible, and you felt him spasming deep within you. The pressure built, but you realized he wasn’t coming. “Holy shit fuck, I'm pissing. I’m sorry -“
“Keep going!” You found your legs wrapped around him, forcing him to stay inside. It was unlike anything you had ever felt. So full, so warm.
It obviously felt good for Shane, too; he kept moaning your name, rocking as you felt him spurt more piss inside of you. “Fuck I’m absolutely fucking filling your cunt, I’m filling you with piss.”
“Feels so good, Shane, feel so full.” He brought his hand between your legs, rubbing sloppily at your clit as you cried. It was too much; the liquid was now leaking out, overflowing the tight canal of your pussy as he continued to fill you.
“My little toilet, my piss slut, fuck that feels incredible.” He started moving again, harsher this time. Pounding your cunt full force, he didn’t stop working your clit quickly, bringing you to your first orgasm. Shane didn’t stop, sucking hickeys around your throat as he chased his own orgasm. Hips stuttering, he took a deep breath.
“Fuck I got more for ya, you wanna take more of my piss baby? You gonna let me fill that cunt with piss again?” He waited for your response.
“Yes! More, please, use me, Shane.” You dug your nails into the broad expanse of his back.
Once again, he stilled, and you felt the warm pressure of him flooding you. He continued his assault on your clit, playing with you just the way you liked, making it easy to come again. As you came, you felt the rush of liquid squirt out of where you joined, coating him, driving him to pick up a brutal pace once again. He fucked you into the floorboards. Hips slamming into you, surely leaving bruises as he used his weight and muscle against you.
“I love the way you come on my cock, you’re a fucking dream honey.” He growled. “So fucking dirty, disgusting letting me do whatever to you, I love it god.”
“Shane, yes, love it, Shane!” You babbled, your brain was mush.
“So pretty fucked out like this, mindless, obedient cunt slut. Gonna call you up every time I need to take a piss, now that I know how fuckin desperate you are.” His hand had somehow found its way around your throat, not choking but holding you in place as his other hand held your hip down. Using your body like a flesh light, only there for his pleasure.
“Love you Shane.” You suddenly found yourself saying. You didn’t have the sense of self preservation not to say it, your third orgasm was about to be fucked out of you and the way he looked into your eyes you could at least pretend for the moment that he reciprocated. That did him in. He sealed your mouths together in a snarling kiss.
“Love you too, fuck, love you, so pretty, mine, love you, love you.” He whined through the smashing of your mouths thoughther. You felt him come finally, fucking through his orgasm as you felt his load twitch against your sensitive and overfucked cervix.
You stayed like that for an unreasonable amount of time, mouthing moving against one another. Shane stopped fucking but didn’t get less hard, still insistent deep inside of you. Finally, panting, he broke the kiss he had initiated.
“I feel like I should apologize.” He finally croaked out.
“Apologize?”
“That felt like the most degrading sex I’ve ever had, like that was-“
“Disgusting?”
“Filthy?” You responded to one another.
You kissed up his jaw, biting at the stubble.
“It was sort of fucking hot though, right?” You asked into his cheek.
“I’m not like into that sort of thing, or at least I don’t think I am?” He began to rock his hips slightly again, obviously affected by just talking about it. You continued to lick and suck at all of his most sensitive areas. “It’s so fucking gross.” He groaned, finally rutting into you.
“Shane Jesus, I’m still sensitive.” You gasped. Holding you tight to him, Shane softly pumped in and out of you, a motion so tender that you could have mistaken it for making love. “That’s it, just like that, love.” You cooed.
Shane’s whole body shivered. “Can you, you know?” You looked at Shane, and he was blushing. “I wanna see how it feels when you do it on me.”
Involuntarily, you clenched around him. You had boyfriends before, partners, even a fiancé for a short while. But this was the most intimate you had ever felt. It was perverted, and maybe tomorrow Shane would never want to fuck you again.
“Let me ride you, baby.” You shifted positions, whimpering when he pulled out and groaning when you slid back down on him. You hadn’t realized it, but you did need to piss, the feeling of a full bladder pushing up against the backside of your G-spot in a way that made your mouth go dry. Shane wasn’t content to let you take control; however, strong hands guiding your hips up and down on him, working you over his cock. You lost yourself in the motion, the stretch of him almost proving too much before suddenly being struck by the feeling of a band being pulled too tight.
“Shane, I-I don’t know-“Suddenly, you were hesitant, this felt like too great of boundary.
“God, you're fucking milking me like crazy, you’re about to explode on my fat cock, aren’t you? I’m gonna make you explode.” He couldn’t stop himself; he was fucking himself into you harder and harder.
Finally, you felt yourself release, keening as you let your bladder empty on him. “Shane!”
“It’s so warm, oh my god.” He didn’t stop, instead doubling his efforts, “dripping down my fucking balls, coating me. Good girl, fuck such a good girl pissing herself for me.”
You couldn’t even reply, lost in the strange sensation of being fucked through your piss. Shane suddenly pounded into you, forcing you to your back. It was all wet sounds as you continued to pee as he came. “Say you're mine, say you love me.” He panted into your ear.
“I do, Shane, I love you.” Tears streamed out of the corners of your eyes. “All yours, please make me yours, make me yours.”
“I love you!” He came again, cock pulsing weakly. You groaned as you felt him piss again, no warning as he decided to just use you for his needs and wash out his second load. “Good girl, take it for me. Fuck I love you.”
You had forgotten about the wine and the shit week and the iron that needed to be sourced from the mines. For a bit, it was you and Shane. You had even forgotten about Shane’s adversarial nature.
“Can I shower before I go?” His voice was soft.
You played with his hair; it was soft and wet.
“Please don’t go. Not tonight.” You tried not to sound like you were going to cry. You could accept being degraded, being used, being absolutely taken advantage of. But you needed him to stay tonight, he couldn’t leave after I love you.
“You just want me to stay to help clean up.” He laughed, but it was humorless.
“It’s not a fantasy to me, Shane.” You ignored him. “I can pretend after tonight, but please give me tonight.”
It was a ridiculous conversation to be having with him still inside you.
“It’s not a fantasy to me either.” He said softly. A tear against your face made you realize he was crying.
There wasn’t much either of you could say. It was a conversation. You both needed help and you probably couldn’t provide it for one another.
“I love you.” It was all you could say.
“I love you too.” It seemed to be all he could say as well.