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PART 2 OF THE FIC IS OUT BBYS <3

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If i had met u sooner: 

tw: fighting, crying, angsty. (lmk if you find any others) 

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notes: tyyy for love bbys and after the last fic i found a proofreader so yall wont have to read my terrible spelling mistakes which is due to my dyslexia so apologies. Also this one was sitting unfinished in my docs, it was actually supposed to be the first part but I lowkey hated that so ya. This fic picks up after they wake from the drunk hook up anyhoo enjoy bbys <3

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You both look around the room

“Did we?” 

You look at him and he looks back. You’re both completely nude and vulnerable. Both hungover and confused 

“There no way” you say with a hint of hope 

“So, this is weird” 

“VERY weird” 

You both make eye-contact and stare at each other, you are completely naked in front of your childhood best friend, the person who saw you with only two front teeth, the same height as a coffee table and who you watched as you grew up and saw you face plant in the mcdonald’s parking lot when you were 4. 

“y/n, seriously stop staring and answer my question”

“I don't remember anything.” 

“Neither do i”  

“I remember us being close” he exhales sharply, standing up and grabbing the nearest clothes, pacing like he’s trying to outrun his own thoughts. Your stomach flips.

“How close” you rub your head from the headache. 

“…I remember kissing you,” he says softly. 

“A lot.”

It starts slowly coming back to you, 

“And you didn’t pull away,” he adds, voice quieter now, like he’s not sure if that’s a good thing. You look down at your hands, twisting the blanket between your fingers. He steps a little closer, slower this time. “Do you regret it?” That question hits harder than anything else.

 You shake your head, barely. “No.”

“Neither do I” 

He sits on the bed and ponders. 

“Then why does this feel so weird?” you ask quietly.

“We're not just two random people who woke up in the same bed.” he says,  

Your chest tightens.

.“We’re…us.” That hurts in a completely different way. Because he’s right. You look up at him, eyes glassy. 

“If we weren’t…do you think this would be easier?”

“If I had met you before, in a different way?” you ask. 

“Maybe but it's too late now, I don’t know how I feel about us hooking up last night y/n” he says seriously 

“We were drunk Shane, we had no clue what we were doing.” 

“I know but you’re my best friend, y/n” 

“Ok, that’s okay we can move on” 

You stand up and cover your top half with your shirt, he slides his pants on and he speaks. Before you can hear what he says you look down and see his length, you had forgotten how big it was,

 geez no wonder you hooked up with so easily with him while drunk

“y/n we cant move on.” he says angrily

“Why, it's nothing more than an innocent hook-up” 

“y/n nothing about you is innocent”

“How come Shane?” you say interrogating him  

“Because I like you y/n” he confess  

Silence, just silence.

“You what?” 

“I didn't lie last night when I said I had a crush on you.” 

You remember now, last night……

“Did you have a crush on me, Shane?" 

“16 year old me did, maybe me right now does too”

“Is it the alcohol talking?” 

“Yeah, but the alcohol is talking for u too” 

You stare at him 

“I can't look you the same, I have feelings, feelings you don't give a shit about” he says 

“I do.”  The words hang in the air for a second too long. Shane shakes his head, stepping back like he doesn’t believe you.

“No you don’t,” he says, voice rising. 

“Because if you did, you wouldn’t just call last night a ‘nothing hook-up.’”

“That’s not what I meant”

“It is,” he cuts in, frustrated now. 

“You’re acting like we can just erase it. Like it didn’t change anything.”

Your chest tightens.

“It was alcohol, Shane. We were drunk. We didn’t think”

“I thought,” he snaps.

That shuts you up. He drags a hand through his curls, pacing again, but not like before. This time it’s messy, emotional.

“I thought about you every time since I left, every girl I dated I'd always thought of you. I only wanted you " he admits, voice breaking just slightly. “Every interview, every tour stop, every stupid night I couldn’t sleep.”

Your throat tightens.

“That doesn’t mean-” he cuts you off

“It does to me,” he says, looking at you now. 

“It means something to me.”

You shake your head, trying to stay steady.

“And what am I supposed to do with that, Shane?”

“I don’t know. But don’t sit there and tell me it was nothing when it wasn’t nothing to me.”

Your voice wavers.

“I didn’t ask for this,” you whisper. “I didn’t ask to wake up and suddenly have everything become weird because we were stupid and drunk.”

“Neither did I,” he says immediately

. “But it already is.”

Your hands curl into the shirt you’re holding tighter.

“And now what?” you ask. 

“We just ruin everything because you have feelings you didn’t say for years?”

His expression changed, hurt flashing fast into anger again.

“Wow,” he says quietly. “So that’s what this is to you.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“It sounds like it.”

You take a shaky breath, trying to hold it together, but your voice cracks anyway

“I’m trying to protect us, Shane.”

“From what?”

“From this!” you finally raise your voice, tears spilling before you can stop them.

 “From waking up and realizing nothing makes sense anymore and I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel!” Shane stares at you, stunned into silence for a moment.

“Then tell me that,” he says.

 “Tell me you're confused. Tell me you're scared. But don't stand there and act like none of this matters.”

“I never said it didn't matter!”

“Then why are you trying so hard to get rid of it?”

“Because that's what we do!” you shout.

 “We move on! That's what we've always done!”

His eyebrows pull together.

“No, y/n. That's what we've always done instead of talking.” the words hit harder than you expect. You wipe furiously at your eyes.

“That's not fair.”

“Isn't it?”

“No!”

He lets out a frustrated laugh.

“You disappeared into your life. I disappeared into mine. Years went by and neither of us said anything.”

“You were becoming famous. You were touring, writing songs, living this huge life.

“And you think that meant I stopped caring about you?”

“I don't know what it meant!”

“What was I supposed to say?” you ask. 

“Then why didn't you ask?”

You open your mouth. Nothing comes out.

Because you don't have an answer.

Shane shakes his head.

“See?”

“Don't do that.”

“Do what?”

“Act like this is all my fault.”

“I never said it was.”

“You're making it sound like it!”

“Because every time I try to tell you how I feel, you push me away!”

Your chest tightens.

“I am not pushing you away.” he says bluntly

“You are.”

“No, I'm trying to be realistic!”

“Realistic?” he repeats. “Or afraid?”

The room goes quiet.

Your breathing catches.

‘What if I am afraid, afraid of losing you, losing this” she point him and them herself 

“Losing the memories and bond because I stupidly decided to speak to you at the party.” you sniffle and tears stream down your cheek, because you are afraid, afraid of losing him, your glue, your better half.

“Im not a big enough of an asshole to leave to, your my best friend, y/n” he says 

“But you already did shane, you left already.” 

That silence after is different. He freezes. All the anger drains out of his face.

“y/n,” he says softer now.

But you’re already crying, wiping your face fast, turning away from him.

“I can’t do this right now,” you whisper. 

Shane steps forward immediately, then stops himself like he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to touch you anymore.

“Dont cry, please” he says quietly.

You shake your head, still turned away

Then softer, closer:

“I’m not asking you to fix it right now,” he says. “I just… I don't want to lose this.” You finally look at him again, eyes red.

And for a second, neither of you say anything.

Because everything between you is still there.

You get up and change, he stares at you in silence 

You walk to the door and he follows. 

“y/n” 

As you walk out the door you make a silent promise;

to distance yourself 

And to not contact him,

Honestly as you walked out that door you didn't think about 

How you didn't say goodbye. 

Just how you felt anger, resitement & regret. 

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btw the second and final draft for the next part of the fic is finished, i’m literally grinding for yall 😝

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hii i love ur blog i was wondering if u would want to be moots?? i love sombr too!!

yess i need more moots 🤍

[ibarelyknowval]

When did you get so hot?: 

tw: smut; unprotected p in v; oral (f receiving); praising ; drunk people

notes: this is my first ever fic so plz be nice , also the friendship is established and the beginning to many stories, also the age gap is one year btw and both characters are drunk! enjoy bbys <3

you got invited to a party in LA, you had  traveled with a friend for a vacation. Your friend had connections and got invited. You got ready that night in your hotel room, you put on a small flowy dress and white heels. fast forward a bit and you are at the party, you and your friends are drunk, severely drunk. You begin to look around to see who's here and if there's anyone you want to go home with and you spot Shane, he is your childhood best friend you haven't seen each other in person since after his career blew up, he looks taller, hotter, he is surrounded by his friends all chatting with a drink in their hand.  Shane looks back at you and you start walking towards him.

 “heyyyy how are you lovebug, i haven’t seen you in while” 

you look at him in his eyes 

“Hey loser yeah i’m good, how about you” 

“You still haven't grown?”

“You still haven't shrunk?” 

“What brings you to LA” 

 “oh just a small trip with some friends” 

Their conversation continued for a while and they took it to the bar. They catched up and stuff but at the same time they were getting drunker, more alcohol entered their system. By this point you are on your 10th shot and Shane is on his 12th drink, you both are really drunk, and you know what they say. Drunk people make bad decisions. They also say drunk words are sober thoughts…. 

You don't remember how you ended up walking out but  you both are walking out of the party to his car, the destination is unknown but you sit in his car and he begins to flirt, he drunkenly tells you  how pretty you are, telling you that he desires more with you. 

“Your gorgeous baby, did i ever mention that” 

 his hand traces your thigh

 you can see in his eyes the ideas flooding in his brain. you play along flirting back

 “why thank you handsome and no you never mentioned that”

 his cheeks flush. 

“Hmm, I should’ve said it sooner.” 

You stare at his face, gosh. When did he get hot? I mean he wasn't the hottest kid growing up but damn he is hot. 

“Did something catch your eye?” 

“Why are you asking?” you say nervously trying change topic 

“your staring at my face like i have something” 

“Nothing just adrim- i meaning lookin- i mean-” 

He cuts you off 

“What do you think I'm hot?” 

You face turns bright red 

“Maybe” 

“Maybe? Just maybe?

He teases her 

“Come on, really maybe?” 

"Okay you're kinda hotter then the last time i saw you but not in a i have crush on you hot just your my best friends and your hot.” 

“Best friends don't look at each other like that.” 

He winks 

“I think you're pretty, too pretty.” 

His hand rubs your thigh 

Your dress rides up from his hand movement 

Your fingers brushed accidentally, or maybe not so accidentally and neither of you pulled away

Your hands intertwined 

“You’re still the same,” he murmured.

You smiled softly. “So are you. Just…hotter.”

“Hmm i like that” he says with a smirk 

His face was close to yours and the messy curls touching your wavy hair 

He looked into your eyes as if your face had stitched into his memory.

“I wish we can catch up more, I haven't seen this face in a long time. I have only seen your texts.” 

You could smell the alcohol in his breath

“ I missed you” 

“Me too” 

He stares into your eyes 

“Can I kiss you?”

He asks drunkenly 

“Shanee were drunk” 

“And?” 

“Okay fine, but if tomorrow you remember this. It wasn't my fault.” 

But your voice softened at the end, eyes flicking to his lips before you could stop yourself

Shane leaned in slightly, hesitating just enough to give you time to pull away 

The kiss was soft and gentle 

It last long

He pulled away and smile against your lips 

“Your good kisser y/n” 

You softy chuckle 

“Hmm i wish we could do more,” 

He pulls you in again, holding your thigh from the driver seat

You make out and pull away with a loud pop. 

“I'm taking you home lovebug.” 

“Alright shaney” 

He takes her home and with just a second of stepping into his apartment he wraps his hands around your waist, kissing you deeply and passionately. You wrap your hands around his neck. The making out continues. He carries you to his bedroom, placing you on his bed. His hands explore your body, riding your white dress up. your hands rest on his back and your tongue explores his mouth. He gently tucks her hair behind her ear, tracing her jawline with his finger.

"You're so beautiful when you smile. Even more beautiful than the first time I saw you."

He take his shirt off, you stare in awe 

“Like what you see huh?” 

You nod and kiss his lip 

He takes you dress of halfway, revealing you bra 

"So pretty."

He leans down to kiss your chest.

He kisses between your breasts, his hands roaming your sides.

"You're perfect."

He unhooks the bra and takes it off, exposing your breasts fully. He cups them gently, thumbs brushing over your nipples.His thumbs on your nipples causes you to softly gasp between your lips. He pinched them slightly. He lowered his head to take one in his mouth. He switched to the other side, giving it equal attention.

"I want to hear how much you enjoy this."

His hand moves back down to your thigh. You moans and squeezes your eyes shut, He maintains eye contact

"There you are."

He swirls his tongue around your nipple.

"Keep those eyes on me, lovebug"

He smirks against your skin His hand grips your thigh firmly

"Can I take the rest of the dress off?”

“Yes” 

He slowly takes the rest of your dress off 

“Your beautiful” 

You blush 

He hooks his fingers on the waistband of your lacy underwear He slowly pulls your underwear down, you lift your hips to help him He helps you out of them, leaving you completely naked beneath him.

“Never imaged seeing you like this under me, well unless you ask a 16 year old me then he’ll say something different.” 

“Did you have a crush on me, Shane?" 

“16 year old me did, maybe me right now does too”

“Is it the alcohol talking?” 

“Yeah, but you are too” 

“Im the same sober” 

“Sober you get naked in front of her best friend?”

“You took my dress off.” 

“Fair.” He tilts his head and spreads your legs slightly. His eyes widen at the sight of your wetness, his mouth watering.

"You're already so wet for me, and I haven't even touched you there yet."

He hovers over your core.

“Maybe your the one with a crush, i think that crush is me” 

“Would it change things if I said yes?” 

“Yeah”

“So yes.”

He hums against your core,his fingers lightly brushing against your folds. He starts to circle your clit with his thumb.He flicks your clit faster, applying more pressure. You softly moan and  increase the speed of his fingers.

"such a good girl with a pretty little voice.”

He increases the speed of his fingers, you feel the pleasure wash over you. your head falls on his pillow “close-…so close”

He notices your head fall, and gets closer to your face 

" Let go lovebug I got you."

He reassures you. He watches you cum, feeling your body tremble beneath him. He slows his movements but keeps them steady, helping you ride out your orgasm.

"That's my girl. You did so well."

He kisses your neck again, softer this time. You catch his face and kiss him 

You reach your hand down and unzip his jeans, he helps you take them off. He looks at you 

“Are you sure?” 

“Very sure” 

Relief washes over his face, and he relaxes a bit.

"Good. I want you to be comfortable with me, but are you sure? This could change our friendship.”

“Im sure” you say with the alcohol leaving your breath. 

He slowly pushes his boxers down, revealing himself completely to you.

He's fully erect now, large and hard, waiting for your next move.

He is big, probably bigger than Zeus's light rod. You stare in awe. 

"Such an eager little thing. Hold onto me."

He positions himself at your entrance, teasing it with the tip. You hold onto him. He sees the slight discomfort on your face and pauses, going even slower.

"Breathe, baby. I've got you. Tell me if it hurts too much."

At this rate, everything is gone out the window. You went from catching up after not seeing each other for a while to having drunk sex. 

“it’s big” you praise 

He chuckles again, a hint of pride in his voice.

"I know. But you can take it. You're doing amazing."

He stays still, letting you adjust to his size. He thrusts shallowly, watching your every expression carefully. He picks up the pace a bit more, finding a steady rhythm. They  both fill the room with moans and praise. 

“So good” she moans 

“Geez your so tight” he says with a smirk

“Mmm i love your cock.”  she says praises him more 

“Your so pretty baby” 

“Your hot” 

“Your hotter” 

They moan more, her head falling back on the pillow.He feels your body tense and shudder, watching you climax with satisfaction. They both reach your orgasm, they both moan loudly and groan one more time before he collapses onto her chest, you both catch your breath. 

“I love lovebug” he against your skin with a smile 

“Love you more shaney.” 

The next day you wake up. You have pounding headache from being dunk last night 

You turn to your side to see Shane. In your head you say “wtf?” he eyes flicker open. He looks at you with a eyes wide 

“y/n.” 

“What?” 

“Why are we naked in my bed.” 

You look under the sheets and back up 

“Shane.” 

“y/n.” 

You both look around the room

“Did we?” 

You look at him and he looks back. 

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guys im almost done with the sombr ficcc 😝

its coming soonnn

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imagine my surprise.

LET ME CRACK

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[ibarelyknowval]

the headcanon:

The characters:

sombr/shane: 20, singer, songwriter, submissive, silly, 6’5ft and curled head 

you: 19, brunette, fashion designer and singer, silly also and soft waves also your 4’10 ft 

shane is your childhood best friend, you grew up together, your moms were besties 

but once you guys got to high school  you lost touch, he went to a fancy school and you? you went to a normal school. then ofc you  graduated and he dropped out and went to LA  and moved on, he became mega famous and you went on to move into a apartment in nyc and are studying fashion design at a fashion institute. you also make music on the low. but what could happen when you both run into each other at a party after so many years?? 

[ibarelyknowval]

hey u should totally drop the sombr headcanno s 🥹🤭

okay will do in couple minutes

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i have such a good sombr x reader headcannon to write about but i’m not sure if i want to post it

[mogiejojo]

only you

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A/N - I might be getting back into writing and stuff so take this lil blurb for now, kinda bounces all over the place but i refuse to proofread so this totally might suck balls

content - possessive reader, jealousy, kind of very toxic relationship, p in v, minimal foreplay, kinda? hate sex, semi-public, reader is angry and uses mean words for other women, she kinda crazy yall sorry, body worshipping, established relationship

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You gave Shane a short side hug before he managed to disappear— it was almost time for his performance. This was huge for him. So many people— important people, nonetheless. He had already been awarded his trophy. He won one of the awards he was nominated for, and you couldn’t be prouder of your lover.

Lights dimmed, and you found your seat eagerly, beyond excited to see Shane’s performance. With a smile, you watched the stage, already able to see the figures of Shane’s band playing the intro to ‘Back to Friends.’

All was well— people were on their feet. Singing, dancing, loving the energy he was bringing to the show. You watched in anticipation as he slid the mic into his front pocket, disappearing into the Photo Booth he had started in.

Immediately, your eyes locked onto the blonde woman dancing in front of the curtain, but shook away any negative thoughts you had. The same way you shoved your feelings down when he exited the other side of the photo booth and was lifted into the air by numerous women— all of which dressed in tiny, tight clothing.

Your leg bounced in pure anxiety and even slight anger as you clutched your purse in your lap tightly. Was he serious?

With a brain full of racing thoughts, you stood up, not caring about anything other than making your way to the bathroom so you could regulate your emotions. You were teetering on a very dangerous edge, and you knew if you stayed and watched any longer you’d probably throw up.

After Shane’s performance, he wandered off to mingle with interviewers and other artists, leaving you to return to the bathroom. you locked yourself in a stall, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with a stressed sigh.

A loud bang echoed off the bathroom walls as a couple girls shuffled into the bathroom, and you quickly stumped out the cigarette, waving some smoke from the air so they wouldn’t see it billowing out of the stall.

“The performances were so amazing!” One girl cheered loudly, her friends chattering in agreement.

“Did you see… oh, god, what’s his name? Sombr? The one who had all the dancers out there with him.” Another girl said, grabbing her friends arm and shaking her slightly.

“Oh, yeah! When the chick licked him? That was insane. It was kind of gross.”

“It was kind of sexy.”

You finally started tuning them out— not because you didn’t want to hear more, but because panic flooded your senses. He was having girls lick him? It couldn’t have been that bad, right?

Pulling your phone out, you quickly searched for videos of his performance, which, of course had surfaced very quickly. You felt your stomach turn as you watched a clip, seeing that girl crawling towards him on the floor, how he cupped her jaw. Your feeling of nausea only worsened as she was pulled to her feet, licking a long, flat stripe up his chest and his neck.

You quickly shut your phone off, standing up and storming out of the stall, the girls who were chatting all turning to look at you with wide eyes. You didn’t pay them any mind as you left the bathroom, immediately starting on your mission to find Shane.

You spotted him through the crowd, his tall frame easy to see over the sea of shorter people. You pushed your way through, giving absolutely zero niceties to the people you shoved or elbowed. He was on camera, being interviewed, but you couldn’t will yourself to care enough as you stormed up to him, reaching up, grabbing his ear roughly and tugging him off into the distance, despite his shock.

“Babe— Baby, what—“ He stumbled over his words, not daring to force your hand away from his ear, instead letting you tug him roughly to a family bathroom. You pushed him inside, slamming and locking the door as you two entered.

“What the FUCK, Shane?!” You demanded, shoving him with two firm hands against his chest. He stumbled back slightly, catching himself on the sink.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He pleaded, trying to get an ounce of context for this sudden whirlwind of your anger. Simply by not knowing what he did wrong, your anger intensified and you let out a loud groan of frustration.

“You! What the fuck was that on stage? It was bad enough they were all dressed like fucking whores, but to choreograph one of them licking you like that?!” You snapped, and a little part of you felt almost stupid. It wasn’t like they fucked, but it still felt majorly disrespectful so you put the feeling of shame for your outburst somewhere deep inside you.

“Y/N, it was literally just a performance, shock value, whatever— it didn’t mean anything.” Shane spoke, glaring down at you like you were crazy. He took a step closer, his brows furrowed.

“Bullshit! You didn’t talk to me about it, you didn’t warn me, didn’t ASK if I was okay with some other bitch spreading her fucking spit all over you!”

A grunt of frustration left him this time, and he ran his hands over his face. “You always do this.”

You stuck your finger out, jabbing it into his chest as you got up close to him, invading his space as you spoke lowly, almost dangerously. “Do NOT fucking act like this is my fault. Do not act like I’m crazy for feeling this way when you act like a fucking dog.”

Your tone shut Shane up quickly. His jaw clenched, before relaxing again. Without another word from him, he grabbed your face roughly, leaning down pressing a hard kiss to your lips. He knew your weaknesses— knew how to push this argument aside until a later date, and he was damn well going to use it to his advantage.

You let out a groan of frustration into his mouth, and he swallowed it hungrily, his lips working over yours incessantly until you caved, pressing your lips back against his. The second you reciprocated, his hand fell from your face and found your waist, wrapping around you and pulling you harder against him. His other hand gripped the back of your neck, searching for more pressure in your kiss.

You tugged him down further by the neck of his blazer jacket, and at the same time, felt his fingertips press harder into your skin. The hand on the back of your neck slid up into the hair at the base of your skull, tangled in the strands, and tugged back until your head craned back.

He broke the heated kiss, and his lips found your jaw, kissing all the way back to your ear before descending down your neck. He inhaled your scent, reveling in the way your perfume flooded his senses.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re pissed…” He spoke lowly against your jugular, before his hands slid back down to your waist, then reaching around slightly on either side to grip your ass, using it as leverage to pull you against him, closer and harder.

You felt anger slowly dissipating in you, at least for now.

He grumbled in annoyance at the slickness of your long, tight dress. It was more difficult for him to grab handfuls of your body.

“Turn around.” He commanded, giving you a gentle swat on the ass. He didn’t wait for you to obey, simply turned you on his own. He lifted your hair out of the way, gentle brushing it over your right shoulder so he could unzip your dress. It was astounding how he could be so rough, so mean, but so gentle all at once.

Each couple of inches of skin that was revealed by your dress being unzipped, earned a kiss to your shoulder or spine, even if he had to bend down almost comically low to plant his lips in those places. With every contact he made, sent a shiver down your spine, made goosebumps rise on your skin.

When your dress had pooled around your ankles, he carefully walked you forward so you were facing the mirror just above the long sink. You were left with your styled hair, makeup, your jewelry, and only fabric that Shane could only describe as a pathetic attempt at underwear— a tiny, thin little thing. No bra.

He stood behind you, his gaze almost predatory. “Look at how beautiful you are.” He demanded gently but firmly. You stayed silent, your eyes meeting his in the mirror for only a moment before your gaze returned to yourself.

“How could I ever want anyone but you?” He whispered, having leant down to press his lips gently against your ear. His fingertips brushed almost ghostly up your arms, his lips moving to your shoulder again.

You leaned your head back against him, but his hand found your throat— not squeezing, barely applying pressure— just resting there.

“You’re so pretty. So perfect…” he spoke against your skin, placing one more tender kiss against your neck before he pushed you forward, bending you over the sink with ease. You let out a surprised gasp, your hands finding the edges of the counter to stabilize yourself.

His hands slid down your sides, fingers hooking into the straps of that tiny little thong you were wearing. He kicked your feet apart, and then, as he slowly pulled it down, he kneeled behind you. He pressed kisses to the backs of your thighs, his large hand finding your ankle and gently lifting it to assist you in stepping out of your panties, mirroring that same action on your other leg next.

His hands gently slid back up the backs of your legs as he lifted his head slightly. His touched you reverently, like he was worshipping every inch of you, reveling in the feeling of your soft skin under his palms, under his fingertips.

Your head fell forward and your mouth opened as a long finger slid carefully through your folds. But you didn’t make a sound. I looked up to your face in the mirror. He realized what you were doing— You were mad at him still. You weren’t going to give him what he loved for: Those moans that drove him crazy.

He stood up suddenly, his hands finding his belt. “Fine. You won’t moan for me? I’ll make you fucking moan for me.”

His voice was trembling, like he was hurt by your reluctance, even though he got himself in this position. He shoved his dress pants down his thighs just enough for his cock to spring out— Already hard, leaking, angry. “You see how hard I am for you? Just from looking? Just from touching you? I fucking worship the ground you walk on. Only. You.”

He stepped forward, pressing himself against your backside as his hands gripped your hips hard. “Just fucking say something. Talk to me. Talk back, anything, please. Don’t make me think you hate me.” his words were quiet, his voice breaking slightly. He knew you were mad, and maybe he deserved it. But truly, he only wanted you.

The silence continued, and he groaned in frustration and hurt. Your eyes were locked onto his in the mirror, but there wasn’t a drop of remorse on your face for making him feel like shit.

“Fuck you.” He hissed, before lining his cock up with your entrance, shoving himself inside with absolutely zero warning.

You let out a moan of pure shock, surprise— and that was all the permission he needed to start moving, his hips slamming against your ass with no mercy as your body rocked back and forth against the counter of the family bathroom. Your hands gripped at the counter, trying hard to steady yourself as you lost full control of your noises— handing the control to him.

He tilted his hips just right, slamming into you at that angle over and over and over— drilling into the deepest parts of you with every single thrust he delivered into you.

“There it is… Let go… I don’t care who hears us…. Let them know you’re mine…” He spoke, his voice shaking as he fought the violent pleasure coursing through him. This was always how he apologized— He made things right in his own way. and right now— his apology was proving that he wasn’t ashamed of you, that he only wanted you.

“Fuck— Shane…” You panted, finally giving into the pleasure and letting those pretty noises he loved so much escape you as he slowed his thrusts and leaned over your back. Pressing his lips to the skin over your spine, he left small suction marks across your flesh.

“I’m sorry, pretty baby…” He moaned out against your skin, his body trembling as he kept his hips moving into you. One of his hands left your hip to cover your own hand on the counter, the other reaching around your body to draw tight, quick circles over your clit. “Feels s’good, love… you feel so good…”

You were quickly nearing your orgasm, moans getting slightly louder. You could feel your stomach tightening up as the pleasure brewed inside of you.

“I’m close… So close…” You said through your now desperate moans and whines. You were pushing back against him with each thrust— creating a loud symphony of skin slapping together, wet noises, and both of your guys’ moans.

Shane could also tell how close you were by the way your inner walls fluttered around his cock, making him gasp, making his hips stutter. But he quickly resumed his pace, resting his forehead against the back of your neck. His eyes were screwed tightly shut, the sounds of your moans truly his undoing. He thought they were better than any song, any music he had ever heard.

“Let go… lemme feel you…” he panted, standing up slightly straighter as he really started driving himself home, his hips losing a fluent rhythm and getting more jerky and urgent. He was so close, it almost hurt.

The second he locked eyes with you in the mirror, he came undone, his hips slowing their movements as he unloaded inside of you. He kept rubbing your clit through his orgasm, despite the overstimulation it brought him to feel your walls clenching around his softening cock.

You let go, a loud whimper leaving you as you pressed your forehead against the counter in front of you. Your release coated his length.

It took the two of you a few moments to recover, with Shane leaned back over you and panting against your shoulder, and you remaining bent over the counter.

He slowly pulled out of you, a shiver running down his spine at the loss of your warmth. “You did perfect… So perfect… Sounded so pretty for me..” He babbled, carefully lifting you up onto the counter and stepping between your legs to kiss you, to which you complied and found your trembling hands cupping his face.

“You’re a fucking asshole.” You cursed softly, but the forgiveness was evident in your tone as you rested your forehead against his. His hands slid up your thighs, gently massaging your hips as he found them.

“I’ll talk to you next time…” He promised quietly, lifting his head to press a lingering kiss to your forehead.

“Good. Now get me dressed.” You spoke with a slight smirk, watching as he kissed you one last time and pulled away to carefully pull your dress from the bathroom floor, wiping it gently with his hands. He looked back to you apologetically as he helped you off the counter.

“Wanna come do some interviews with me?” Shane asked gently, still trying to mend his mistake now that he had realized he was definitely wrong for choreographing that whole performance like that without talking to you first.

“If we don’t get kicked out.” You teased.

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why am i fucking downbad for sombr’s shoulder dawg😭

same🤤😍any bit of skin counts bro i feel like a victorian man seeing ankles