pure âËâĄË ࣪ sombr / s.b.
fem!reader x sombr
song inspo: pure by cigarettes after sex
wrapped your hair in a towel, but i watch you let it down and its all soaking wet as you take me in your mouth
summary: your roommate and you share some intimate moments after he accidentally walks in on you in the shower
content / warnings: swear words, handjob (m and f receiving), oral (m receiving), p in v (with no protection), subtle voyeur but not really, friends to lovers, slightly sub!shane, a lot of teasing and tension and shane being flustered tehe
around 4k words
You didn't hear the door open because of the sound of the water hitting the shower floor, and Cigarettes After Sex playing from your speaker.
Holy shit. Holyshitholyshitholyshit. He can't move. Can't talk. Can't breathe. Can't believe he's watching you right now, and you don't even know it, and he feels worse about it because he knows its' wrong, but just can't get himself to walk out.
Soap bubbles linger on the top of your head, slowly making their way down your hair. Your soft hair. Your soft, soft hair that just smells so good all the time. Water trickles down every curve of your body. Every curve he's been imagining for a long time now, every time he undresses you with his eyes without you knowing it. He watches the droplets run down the soft skin of your back, down to your ass, that perfect ass, and he's never wanted to be water so badly before.
He thought he was home alone as he walked in to take a shower himself. How he didn't hear the music and the water, he has no idea. But now he's here, watching his roommate of a year, who he's secretly been in love with since they met, showering and he just. can't. move.
You slightly arch your back as you stretch your arms to rinse out all the shampoo in your hair. He feels himself get hard as he's frozen, eyes fixed on your perfect body, trying to get himself to stop his mind from thinking about unspeakable things and leave and probably never be able to look you in the eyes again. Right when he finally snaps back to reality and starts to reach for the doorknob, you begin to turn.
Fuck. What does he do now? He can't just run out, because that's embarrassing, and would make things so awkward because neither of you could bring it up later. But he cannot just stay there, and have you know he's been watching you for what's felt like the most wonderful and terrifying minutes of his life.
"Shane?" you ask, your head turned around, reaching for the curtain and pulling it close to your body as you fully turn to face him.
"Shit- y/n, I'm so sorry!" he exclaims, frantically rushing out of the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.
You smirk to yourself, slightly amused at how flustered he had gotten. Focusing on any sound outside, you try to figure out if he's still standing outside or if he left. A small shadow between the door and the floor, though, gives it away.
"Shane..? It's okay, you can come in."
"Are.. you sure?"
"Yes, I promise."
The doorknob twists slowly, his hesitation evident. He steps in slowly, trying to keep his eyes only on yours.
"Y/n, I really am so sorry.. I had no idea you were home, and for some reason I didn't hear the music or- or the water and I walked in and I know I sound and look like a creep but I promise I-"
"Shane!" you say loudly, subtly giggling and cutting him off from his panicked rambling. He locks his eyes on yours and blinks at you, waiting for you to say something. Anything. "I swear, it's okay. You're okay."
"Okay..um..I'll just go and um.. let you continue," he begins backing up out of the bathroom again, breathing slowing.
"Wait." You stop him in his tracks. "Why don't you join me?"
His eyes go wide and he freezes. Is this really happening? Are you really asking him to get in the shower with you?
"...What?" he asks, voice barely coming out. You just smirk at him. How can you just be smirking at him so calmly when he's in complete shambles right now?
"I mean, you were gonna shower anyway, right? Might as well just join me. You know, save water."
Your voice is suddenly very teasing and sultry, a tone he's never heard from you before. That voice, along with your eyes looking him up and down, makes his brain run wild and makes blood rush both to his cheeks and to the growing bulge beneath his sweats.
Though showering with you has been one of the many things he's fantasized, he just can't fathom that it's one that's coming to life. He can't turn down this offer.
He begins slowly walking towards you, his heartbeat picking up. You drop the curtain you were holding, putting your full naked body on display for him. He can't help his own eyes from widening and running up and down your perfect body, taking in every inch of your skin that he only ever thought he'd be able to imagine.
"You're.. so beautiful, y/n," he says with a breathy voice, taking you in as he comes closer.
You can't deny his compliment made a little bit of blush run on your cheeks, too. You can barely hold yourself back as he slowly steps into the shower, grabbing his shirt and impulsively pulling him into a kiss.
His eyes widen for a split second at how quickly you move, but then heâs already kissing you back. His hands cup your face, warm and a little shaky, tugging you closer like heâs afraid you might disappear. The kiss is hungry and deep, full of the tension youâve both been pretending not to feel for a year.
His breath mixes with yours, quick and unsteady, and you can feel how overwhelmed he is, how badly heâs wanted this too. When he breaks the kiss for just a second, his forehead rests against yours, his lips still brushing your mouth like he canât fully pull away.
âGod⌠Iâve been thinking about this forever,â he whispers, voice low and flustered.
âMe too,â you breathe, pulling him in by the neck and kissing him again. Your fingers slip into his beautiful, messy curls, tugging just enough to make him exhale sharply against your mouth. He wasnât expecting that. You can feel the way his whole body reacts, the way his hands tighten at your cheeks like heâs trying not to lose control.
He begins to move his hands down your body, but stops them at your back and hesitates when he remembers how exposed you are. You can feel him tense up, like he's afraid of crossing a line or going too far.
You pull back from the kiss. "Hey," you whisper brushing your nose against his. "It's okay."
He can't do anything but just look in your eyes. He's here, with you, kissing you, feeling you, so close, and it's more than he's ever imagined. Swallowing hard, his gaze lingers on your face, like he's trying to memorize every detail. Every curve of your lips, every flutter of your eyelashes.
You reach for his arms and guide his hands to your hips. His breath hitches at the feeling of his hands on your skin, touching you somewhere so intimate and vulnerable.
"You can touch me, baby," you whisper, lips barely apart from his.
With this phrase, he feels like he could just explode right there. The word 'baby', the permission in your tone, it's almost too much. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to steady himself, but it's useless. You and only you have the ability to undo him with just a few syllables and just a brush of your hand. His grip tightens on your hips, pulling you a bit closer to him.
"I.. I can't think straight," he says, closing his eyes at the feeling of your soft hands tangling in his soaking wet curls. "You drive me crazy, y/n. Wanted this for so long. Want you."
"I know, baby. I've wanted you for longer than you know" you say, running your hands down his chest. His lips part slightly, a low, breathy groan escaping him. The thought that youâve felt the same, that this isnât just him losing control alone sends a shiver straight through him. He leans down again and presses a kiss on your lips. He pulls back when he feels you tugging on his shirt.
"Too many clothes. Wanna see you, Shane. All of you," you say, almost sounding desperate.
He lets out a shaky breath at your words, the sound almost a whimper. His eyes flick down to your hands on the hem of his shirt, then back up to you. Thereâs something raw in his gaze now. He still canât believe you want him like this.
Slowly, almost cautiously, he raises his arms so you can lift his shirt. The fabric drags over his skin, clinging to him from the water, and when you finally pull it off and drop it to the shower floor, his breath comes out uneven. The moment itâs off, he seems to shrink, his shoulders hunching slightly as your eyes sweep over him. Heâs all lean muscle and pale skin, flushed pink from the heat and his own embarrassment. Heâs suddenly so shy, so exposed. Heâs flushed. Not just from the heat, but from the way youâre looking at him now, like heâs something youâve only dreamed of. He suddenly feels self conscious, knowing he's half naked now and your eyes won't leave his body.
"You're.. you're staring," he whispers, his voice almost cracking.
"Can't help it," you murmur, your fingers going down his chest, tracing lines on his stomach. "So perfect, Shane. So, so perfect."
He whimpers, a sound so needy it goes straight to your core. He just can't handle the compliments. You lean forward and plant a few kisses on his collarbones, making him throw his head back, parting his lips, fighting the urge to let out any noise showing his desperation for you.
As you kiss his chest, you slip your fingers under the waistband of his sweats and he freezes. You look at his face again, secretly finding immense joy in the red tint on his cheeks and the fact that he's so obviously flustered.
"Can I take these off?" you say, tugging at his sweatpants and looking up at him with eyes full of lust. His stomach twists at the sight of you looking at him like that, and at the thought of you wanting to take his clothes off. He cannot get any voice out for the life of him, so he resorts to nodding, eagerly.
Smirking, you pull down his sweats impatiently and are left in awe at the sight of him. His hair is sticking to his forehead from the water. His skin is so wet, drops of water sliding down his gorgeous body. His boxers are already doing little to conceal the prominent bulge straining against them, and the water is only making them stick to his body more.
Sliding your hands up and down his arms, you gaze at his whole body. He cannot believe that you are right here in the shower with him looking at his half naked body like he's a piece of art in a museum.
"You.. make me so nervous, y/n," he says, breathily, feeling dizzy already.
After planting another kiss on his soft pink lips, you palm him through his boxers. The sound he lets out could make you melt right then and there. A soft, pleading noise escaped his lips, skin erupting in goosebumps. He's fantasized about you touching him like this, touching him there for such a long time. He feels like he might explode from feeling your soft hands through only a thin layer of fabric. You can feel how hard he is already, just from seeing you and kissing you. His boxers are so tight on him now, because of the water and because of how painfully hard he is, and you see and feel the outline of his cock through them.
"Already so hard for me, baby," you tease, earning another whimper from him.
Slipping your fingers under the waistband, you blink up at him. The eye contact makes him feel like he could finish in his underwear already, basically untouched. It makes him really realize that it's you touching him like this, wanting him like this. And how can your eyes look so soft and innocent but so full of desire at the same time?
"Can I?" you ask. It feels like you could just rip this final piece of clothing off of him and fuck him 'til he's a whimpering mess, but you won't. You want to take your time with him and be gentle. This is a year of tension finally being released, and you just care for him so much that you want to make sure you make him feel so good.
"Y-yes," he nods, his voice barely above a whisper. You plant another kiss on his lips, attempting to ease his nerves. It's a sweet gesture, but he's pretty sure nothing could calm him down right now. He's about to be naked in front of the girl he's been thinking about doing this with for so long. The amount of times he's jacked off to the thought of you in front of him like this is slightly concerning, so actually seeing you like this is enough to send him over the edge.
You slowly but eagerly pull the last piece of fabric down. As he gasps, his cock springs free, hard and flushed against his stomach, and all he can do is watch your face for any reaction. His breathing gets quicker as thoughts run through his head. He isn't generally insecure about his body like that, but he suddenly feels so exposed and shy because you're the one with your eyes locked in him, locked on the most vulnerable part of him. What if you're not impressed? What if he's not big enough or- or if he looks weird or-
"Holy fuck, Shane."
He looks at you with anticipation of knowing what you're talking about. The sight he sees makes his breath catch in his throat. Your eyes are soft, full of heat that has nothing to do with the shower. They're filled with awe. A raw, unfiltered, lustful awe that steals the air from his lungs.
"You're so beautiful," you breathe, and he whimpers, a small sound. "God, and you're so big, baby," you whisper, your gaze hungry.
His world stops. The blood drains from his face for a split second, before rushing back twice as hot. His cock twitches at your words.
"Wh-what?"
"You heard me," you say, a smirk spreading cross your face as you speak in a teasing tone. "Bigger than I imagined you to be."
The sound he makes is like that of a wounded animal, a high desperate whine. He feels himself harden even more, if that was even possible.
"Please, y/n, you can't say that."
"Can't say what, baby?"
"That you've.. imagined."
"Why not? I have. So many times, Shane, you have no idea," you purr, stepping closer. You reach down, and he flinches, not expecting what happens next. You wrap your hand around him, tight enough to make him twitch in your grip.
He cries out a sharp, broken moan that echoes off the tile of the shower walls. His head falls back, his mouth open in a silent scream.
"Oh-! Oh my god, y/n,"
"That feel good, baby?" you murmur, stroking him slowly but tightly, thumb occasionally brushing over his sensitive tip.
He's so hard, so hot in your hand. The way he's trembling, the little whimpers falling from his lips are so intoxicating.
"Yes! Fuck, yes," he says, nodding frantically.
You smirk at him as you slowly sink to your knees in front of him, simultaneously putting your hair completely behind your head. Is this a dream? His eyes bulge, looking down at you, his expression a mixture of shock and absolute wonder. He can only assume what you're about to do.
"Y/N, you- you don't have to."
"I know, baby. But I want to. So bad."
His cock twitches again at your words. He's imagined you like this, in front of him on your knees, taking him in your mouth so many times. He's afraid he won't last long, especially knowing how badly you want to do it, as well.
You lean in and kiss the tip of his cock. The sound he makes is something you'll never forget. A wrecked moan. You lick once from the base to the tip before taking him in your mouth. His knees begin to buckle, and he has to press one hand against the shower wall to keep you from collapsing. His other hand tangles desperately in your hair, not to guide you, but just to hold on.
"Holy shit, y/n!" he yelps between breathy whimpers. He's completely overwhelmed, his hips twitching as he fights the urge to thrust into your mouth. You take him as deep as you can, tip hitting the back of your warm throat, and use your hand on whatever you can't fit in your mouth.
"F-fuck! You feel so.. f-fucking good, God," he moans, the sound causing your walls to clench around nothing, practically begging for him inside you.
"Y/n, I'm gonna- fuck! Gonna cum," he groans, a flustered whimpering mess all because of your doing.
He's a mess above you, trying to stay standing while you hum around him. As you bob your head on him faster, you cause a final shuddering cry of your name as he comes undone. His whole body convulses, hips instinctively bucking into your mouth, shooting his cum to the back of your throat.
Leaning his head against the wall, he looks down at you, panting trying to catch his breath, lips parted and cheeks still red. You slowly stand up, hands roaming his chest as you do, until he wraps one arm around your waist to pull you close into a kiss.
"You taste so good, Shane," you say, making him blush and smile at your words.
"Still can't believe that just happened. You have no idea how long I've wanted this."
Smiling at him, you reach behind him to turn off the water. You step out and grab the towel hanging from a hook on the wall. He steps out behind you and watches you in awe as you dry your perfect body off. You finish drying yourself and reach your arms forward, rubbing the towel on his head, messing up his hair and earning a laugh from him.
He admires and is slightly shocked at the way you're able to be so freaking cute right after you sucked him off till he couldn't breathe. Thinking about it again makes a shiver run down his spine.
You bring the towel lower, drying off his chest. Dropping the towel suddenly, you look up at him again, tracing circles on his chest with your fingers. He reaches for the sides of your face, breathing in while he presses his lips against yours. Kissing you with urgency, he starts running his hands up and down the sides of your body. Heâs tired of holding back from kissing you, touching you, feeling you. So, after a moment of hesitation, he runs his hands from your back to your ass and gives it a tight squeeze. You flinch, not expecting direct action like this from him, and pull back from the kiss, looking up at him with lustrous eyes. You can tell heâs a little nervous, trying to see if what he did was too much.
âI need you, Shane. Now,â you say, hopping onto the counter, back facing the mirror on the wall.
He looks at you with a bit of confusion in his eyes, until you lean back and spread your legs apart. You swear you could see hearts forming in his pupils when his eyes run down your body to your pussy, inviting him.
âFuck, Y/n,â he says, blush spreading from his cheeks down to his neck.
âWant you so bad,â you say, biting your lip and eyeing his naked body, noticing his cock hardening again.
âAre- are you sure? Cause I really, really want you but I donât want you to do this as a spur of the moment thing and then regret it.â
âCâmere..â
You say it quietly, almost a whisper. It sends a shiver down Shaneâs spine. He needs someone to slap him or pinch him, do something to prove that you really are spreading your legs for him, staring at his exposed body, telling him you need him. Itâs like a wet dream, he just canât believe it.
He walks to you, running his hands on the surface of your legs from your knees to your thighs. His brows furrow as you grab his hand, guiding it your pussy. His lips part and you canât help but let out a little moan as you place his hand on yourself, running his fingers up and down your folds.
âY/n, youâre so⌠so wet.â
âSee what you do to me? Feel how badly I need you? I promise, I want this, want you so fucking bad.â
His cock twitches at your words, and he lets out a moan when you unexpectedly reach down and grab it, stroking him a few times.
You show him how to touch you, how to circle your clit with just the right pressure. His eyes widen as he watches your reactions, his own breath coming in ragged pants as he feels you get wetter under his touch.
âSuch a pretty cock. So hard for me, too. Need you inside me, Shane. Needed it for so long.â
He smirks, whimpering, your words seeming to fuel some kind of hunger. Grabbing himself, he inches closer and takes a few breaths. Teasingly, he slides his tip up and down your folds, making you breathe heavily. After lining himself up at your entrance, he pushes in slowly, inch by inch, both of you moaning at the stretch. He groans at the feeling of your pussy clenching around him.
"Shit, baby," he whispers, cock twitching inside you. "You're.. so tight."
"Fuck me, Shane. Like you mean it."
That sparked something in him. He starts thrusting, shy at first, then deeper, his shyness melting into raw need. Your back arches, nails raking down his, kissing his neck as he buries his face in the crook of yours. You wrap your legs around his waist, needing him to be closer to you. The sound of his skin slapping yours was straight out of a porno.
"F-fuck I- can't think straight. Your pussy feels so- ah- so good."
"Oh my god," you exclaim, his words making the whole thing more dizzying than it already was.
âYou have no idea,â he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your ear as he sets a slow, torturous rhythm. âNo idea how long Iâve wanted this.â
Heâs fucking you like heâs been starved for you, like heâs trying to make up for a year of wanting in one frantic, desperate moment. Â The bathroom is filled with the sounds of your pleasure - his groans, your breathy cries. When he looks down and sees himself disappearing inside your perfect pussy, he feels like he could explode. The eye contact you two are holding is making this so much more intimate, so much sexier.
"So fucking warm, so wet, you feel so, so good," he says between moans.
He suddenly reaches his hand down, fingers immediately finding your clit, causing you to let out a cry of his name. He rubs in frantic circles, the added friction making your belly tighten in pleasure.
"Fuck, y/n, I'm gonna cum soon."
"Cum, baby, inside me."
"You're... you're sure?" he asks breathily, trying to figure out if he heard you right.
"Yes! Fuck, fill me up."
Your words push him over, his thrusts uneven and his legs feeling like they're gonna give out. With a final push deep into you, he spills his hot seed in you with a broken cry.
"I'm c-cumming, fuck, oh my God."
Your own release follows, crashing through you in waves. Your walls tighten around him, around his sensitive cock, causing him to whimper in overstimulation.
For a long moment, the only sound is your ragged breathing, the frantic beat of his heart against your chest. He doesnât pull out. He just stays there, buried deep inside you. He buries his face in your neck, feeling suddenly shy again after watching his cum mixed with yours drip out of the pussy he's dreamed of. You smile as he kisses your shoulder and use your hands to guide has face back up to yours, planting your lips on his. Cupping his face in your hands, you look into his eyes. His expression is so raw and vulnerable it makes your heart ache.
He looks down at where your bodies are joined, then back up at you, cheeks still flushed, but the shyness is different now, more of a sweet query than a panicked fear.
âHi,â he whispers, his voice husky and low. He's full of this warmth that you just want to hold forever and ever.
âHi yourself,â you whisper back, a matching smile on your face. "That was incredible, Shane. You were perfect, you are perfect."
"Really?" he whispers, grinning.
"Really," you say, kissing him again, tangling your fingers in his hair. "Now let's go dry up."