SUPA STRIKAS ONE SHOTS AND HCS

Knktober: Shane Finn

Requested by: NurBatrisyia1

Song: No song

The sun had just dipped behind the horizon, casting a golden glow over the vacation town as you wandered through the busy streets. The sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air, but all you could think about was the unexpected run-in with Shane earlier.

You had never seen him like that—so tense, so distant. He had stormed off before you could say anything, his jaw tight and his fists clenched, and you knew something was wrong. It wasn't until later that you heard about his family, the dysfunction he was dealing with after the passing of his grandparents. You couldn't blame him for leaving in anger, but when your eyes had met across the crowded street, something in his gaze had shifted. There was frustration, yes, but also something darker, something deeper.

Now, standing outside a small hotel, you were still reeling from how fast everything had happened. He hadn't given you a chance to speak, to ask questions. Instead, he had grabbed your hand, pulling you through the crowd, away from the prying eyes of the town. And now, here you were, the tension between you palpable.

Inside the room, the silence was heavy, filled with the unspoken emotions swirling between you both. Shane stood by the window, his back to you, the muscles in his shoulders tense, his hands still balled into fists. You could see the conflict in him—the anger, the pain from his family, but also something else. Something that had nothing to do with the past and everything to do with the present.

He turned to face you, his gaze intense as he crossed the room in just a few long strides. His hands were on you before you could say a word, his grip firm, almost desperate as he pulled you closer. There was a fire in his eyes, one that told you he wasn't running anymore.

"Don't," he muttered, his voice low and rough as he pressed his forehead to yours. "Don't ask. Not tonight."

You nodded, understanding without words. This wasn't about talking, about sorting through the mess of emotions. Not right now. Right now, he needed something else—something raw, something that would make him forget everything outside this room.

Shane's hands moved to your waist, his touch rough yet controlled, as if he was holding back just enough to keep from breaking. His lips found yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle, and you let him take the lead, feeling the tension between you snap as the air thickened with heat.

There was no space for tenderness tonight. No room for the slow, careful affection you were used to. This was different—driven by need, by frustration, by everything he couldn't say. And you let him take what he needed, giving yourself over to the moment completely as the world outside faded away.

In the dim light of the room, all that mattered was him—the way his hands gripped you tighter, the way his breath came in ragged gasps, the way he seemed to find solace in the connection between you both. There would be time for talking later, time for healing. But for now, you were exactly where he needed you to be.