warnings ; a little angsty, fluffy, smutty, situationship core, cuddling, shane being a little bit emotionally unstable, dry humping, biblically accurate shane
a/n ; i will not be writing again i forgot how much i hated going back and rereading and editing and making ts make sense and its rushed, xoxo 😭
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It was late. The last night you had with Shane before he was supposed to leave for his next tour, and you were dreading it.
Shane let his fingers thread through the ends of your hair as you curled up against him, head resting softly against his chest. His cheek pressed against the top of your head, lips almost touching the skin in your forehead. He didn’t make any move to press those plump, pouty lips firmer against your skin, just stayed there. Comfortable. Quiet.
Neither of you were honestly paying any attention to the movie Shane had put on the TV that hung, mounted from his bedroom wall. You were both more focused on memorizing every undertone of each other’s scents. It was unspoken, that you’d both miss the late nights you commonly shared together. But neither of you had the courage to verbally admit to longing that deeply for each other— in fear of messing up what you both had created in silence.
“Mmm…”
Shane hummed quietly, almost inaudibly. A warning that he was about to stir beneath your weight, to move and get more comfortable. And then he did, sinking down lower so his head rested against his pillow instead of propped up against his headboard.
His arm stayed around you, making sure you weren’t about to move away from him. He kept you pressed firm against his chest, a hand even coming to cup the side of your head. That’s when you snapped— broke the silence.
“What are we?” You spoke, not really even realizing it had left your mouth until you felt Shane’s heartbeat increase beneath your ear, and heard his throat working to push saliva down nervously.
It wasn’t that he didn’t have good intentions with you. He did. And he wanted you to be his— so badly, he wanted you to be his. He just feared being vulnerable with you. He didn’t want to mess things up by sharing emotions, his thoughts— and fuck, did he have a lot of thoughts and emotions about a lot of things.
“What… What do you mean?” Shane spoke, gently, like his question was to bide time for him to think of an actual response rather than gaining clarification. He still didn’t move, didn’t turn his head. But his fingers froze in your hair, so you knew your words had more of an effect on him than he was trying to let on.
“I mean— what are we..? We’ve been talking for… couple months now, I think. We have nights like these. I just… want to know where we stand.” You said, finally pulling away from his chest and sitting up. You stared down at him, eyes tired. You both had been fighting sleep to spend as much time together as possible.
Shane almost choked. He didn’t honestly know how to respond in a way that wouldn’t drive you away. He turned his head now, gazing up at you. The sight of you looking down at him the way you were, with your eyes droopy, made him realize just how bad he wanted to continue having these late nights with you.
“What do you want us to be?” He questioned softly, keeping his eyes on yours, though his body begged him to lower his eyes to where your shirt dipped towards your cleavage. Now was not the time for that.
“Well, I… I feel like maybe, if you.. if you wanted, we could be.. more, you know? I mean— because I’m ready, I just… want to know your thoughts on… maybe.. being more than just friends.”
You spoke quietly, stuttering over your words as they flew from your mouth, like you were embarrassed to admit that you were ready to be his, to make him yours.
“I’d… I’d like that. Yeah.”
You smiled gently at his response, one hand resting against his chest.
His eyes flickered down to your lips, wanting nothing more than for you to lean down and close the distance between you two. Hesitantly, he reached up, his palm grazing your cheek as his fingers danced against your hairline, brushing some of your hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear, so the glow from the TV would illuminate more of your features— the same features that he couldn’t ever seem wipe from his mind.
You knew what he wanted the minute his lips parted gently. You wanted it too. But something made you hesitate.
“I mean like… I want you to be mine. Only mine, you know? And me to you.”
Shane felt his breathing pick up at your words, and he sat up to get his face closer to yours, forehead pressing against your own.
“I’m already yours. You have no idea..” He murmured gently, both of his hands now coming to frame your face. If only you knew the notebooks he had stashed under his bed were recently filled with nothing but lyrics about you.
With his words— that’s all you needed before you tilted your head ever so lightly, mirroring the way he moved, and before either of you could process it, your lips were pressed against his, mouths moving fluidly with each other.
His hands slowly dropped from your flushed cheeks, landing against your waist. He rocked back, careful not to separate from you. His hands pulled you with him, veins bulging prominently as he struggled with his own restraint.
His back landed against the headboard, and you adjusted your legs to straddle his hips, neither of you daring to pull away except to take quick gasps of air.
He let out a soft, whiny noise into your mouth when your hands found the hair at the base of his neck, tugging gently. It made your stomach flip, and you couldn’t help but to whimper back in response.
When you finally parted, he was looking at you, panting. His chest rose and fell quickly with his breaths, the same as yours.
No more words were shared between you two. None were needed. His lips found your jaw, his open mouth working lower until he reached the neck of your shirt. But his hands didn’t wander. They stayed planted firmly against your lower back, scrunching the fabric of your T-shirt, like it brought him physical pain to keep his composure around you.
When you tilted your head back for better access was when his trembling hands slid under the hem of the loose shirt you wore. They didn’t press, weren’t bold, but instead begged for permission to touch you as they hovered over your ribcage.
You put a little more weight down against his lap, hips stuttering a little as they rocked subtly against him. But he caught it, that little movement. His lips parted and he let out a breathy sigh, eyes closing as he felt the warmth radiating through your shorts.
“Can I touch you? Please?” Shane whispered, his eyes fluttering open again as he gazed up at you, already looking completely wrecked. You did unspeakable things to his body and mind.
You nodded, quickly, eagerly.
He was quick to raise his hands to cup your bra underneath your shirt, not squeezing or trying to take your bra off, but resting there, allowing himself to memorize the weight of your breasts in his palms. Without thinking, he lifted his hips slightly, his brows knitting together as his growing bulge rubbed just right against your thigh.
It gave you more confidence, rocking your hips a bit more boldly now— a little harder. A small whimper escaped your lips, but he was quick to lean towards you again and cover your parted lips with his. This time, though, his tongue darted out and flicked against your bottom lip, to which you welcomed immediately.
One of his hands dropped from your breasts, wrapping his long, pale arm around your waist as you continued to rock against him.
When a slightly louder moan was drawn from your lips, almost into his mouth— he lifted himself up to rub against you more directly. He was practically squirming beneath you. But you stopped. You put your hands on his chest, pulling away while taking deep breaths to ground yourself.
Shane looked up at you in concern, frightened he might’ve done something wrong.
“Are you okay? What’s the matter?” He said, his hands immediately moving from their intimate places to cup your face again, his priority ensuring you were comfortable and okay with what was happening.
“I don’t… I want to do this right, I really don’t want to rush things. I’m sorry.” You spoke gently, anxiety churning in your stomach now.
“Hey, hey. It’s alright. That’s okay… Shit, come here.” Shane spoke, his tone calm. He wasn’t upset. He understood. Hell, if he wasn’t so wrapped up in claiming you immediately, he would’ve probably done the same thing— but you made him weak. You were dangerous to his self-control.
He shifted so he was laying back down, gently tugging you into his arms so you were laying back down in the same exact position you guys had started in.
“I don’t want you to leave tomorrow.” You murmured, quietly against his chest.
He hummed and pressed his lips against your forehead before speaking.
“I know. I don’t… know what I’ll do without you spending the night and watching movies with me almost every night.” He teased, but his words were truly a lot deeper than that. He was excited for his tour, but he knew being away from you was the hardest part. “Close your eyes, Y/N. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
song inspo: everybody here wants you by jeff buckley
and our eyes locked in downcast love, i sit here proud
even now, you're undressed in your dreams with me
i'll be waiting right here just to show you
how our love will blow it all away
summary: you've been best friends for good while, but neither of you can deny the tension that's been building between the two of you. his vma performance gets you thinking, and you decide to be bold. after texting him and teasing him for the entirety of an afterparty/dinner, he just can't take it anymore
content / warnings: flustered shane (my fav), swear words, handjob (m and f receiving), oral (m and f receiving), p in v (no protection #raw) so much teasing, sub!shane, a little fluff at the end
a/n: my second shane one shot of many to come, there's a lot of sub!shane in the works because its just so like perfect LMFAO i hope you guys likeeee
The afterparty buzzes with energy, the rooftop warm with music, chatter, and the soft glow of hanging lights. Clusters of people linger around tables, some laughing loudly, others leaning in close as the night breeze drifts through the crowd.
Shane is sitting opposite you, still riding the high of his first VMA award and performance. His black shirt is unbuttoned just enough to hint at the line of his chest, the fabric loose in a way that makes him look effortlessly magnetic. People come and go, offering him congratulations, smiles, pats on the back, before moving on to their seats on one of the many huge tables ready to have dinner.
You shift in your seat, smoothing your dress, the slit brushing against your thigh as you cross your legs. Your gaze keeps finding his, noticing the way he laughs at the jokes being told, the slight twitch of his jaw as he talks, the way his eyes would quickly look away when they occasionally flicked to yours. Years of a close friendship has built up a quiet tension between the two of you, subtle but consistent, and tonight it felt really real.
Earlier, as you watched him perform, you felt it flare hotter than ever. The way his hips moved on stage, the confidence and energy he had on stage, the way the dancers were pressing close. It all left a warmth in your stomach, one that was getting really hard to ignore.
And so you decide to be bold. Picking up your phone, you tune out the dinner conversation about industry gossip around you, and type slightly hesitantly, keeping it light and subtle.
y/n:
heyyy
you killed it tonight. the energy was crazy
Shane's phone vibrates in his pocket. He fishes it out, reading the message, which causes him to grow a small smile, assuming this is just your general friendly praise that he always appreciates. He glances up at you, nodding appreciatively, before replying.
shane:
thank u diva
was nervous at first but i think i did pretty good
You smile to yourself, your foot "accidentally" brushing his ankle under the table. He doesn't think anything of it, focused on the conversations around him.
y/n:
mhmmm
u were moving so smooth and confident
had everyone hooked. me included
Shane pauses, his fork hovering above his plate. It sounded a bit personal now, but he brushes it off. This is his best friends hyping him up, that's all.
shane:
oh thank you
the dancers helped sell it tho
It's cute how he thinks this is just another one of your friendly joking conversations. Your foot slides up his calf a bit, the light graze making him shift in his seat. He attributes it to the crowded table, though, and assumes it was an accident because of the tight space. Your pulse quickens a bit, patting yourself on the back for how bold you're about to get.
y/n:
hmm i mean the dancers were great but i think youuu were for sure the center of it all
u were all sweaty too, ur shirt was clinging to u
He reads it, brow furrowing a bit. Sweaty? Shirt clinging? It felt oddly specific. Maybe you're just recapping.
shane:
well i guess it was pretty hot up there like the lights and the choreo
plus adrenaline yk
You look up to see the confusion flickering in his eyes as they met yours, briefly, before biting your lip and looking back down at your phone.
y/n:
adrenaline looks good on you. couldn't look away especially with the way u were rolling ur hips
Oh.
Oh.
Shane's cheeks warmed faintly. This was new and very unexpected from you. This is his best friend, after all. I mean sure, a best friend he's basically always wanted more with but he couldn't tell you felt the same. He blinks at the screen, rereading, and a second passing before he could breathe in and respond. This isn't standard banter or friendly conversation. His heart skips a beat before he responds.
shane:
oh
thank you y/n
this is kind of unexpected. my hips?
y/n:
mhm
keep replaying it in my head. you moving like that. gets my imagination going
He freezes, gripping his phone tighter. Imagination? His mind starts racing. Is this a joke? Is this just teasing? Did you somehow figure out his massive crush on you and are making fun of him for it?
shane:
imagination?
sorry im just not used to this. this isn't like you y/n
Emboldened by his flustered reply, you turn the hints more direct, your foot tracing a bit higher, closer to his knee. Little does he know, this is very much like you, and it's very much built up arousal you have for him. He just doesn't know it.
y/n:
oh yk just
you against those dancers
guess i wish i was one of them
His face flushes deeper, eyes widening as he looks up at you from across the table. The flustered look on his face makes you grin as you hold his gaze.
shane:
wait what?
you're messing with me
y/n:
not messing, shane
im being so serious
kept watching u and thinking of what it would feel like being that close to u
He swallows hard, adjusting in his seat as arousal builds in him. He feels a familiar stir in his lower stomach, one that he's felt many times before thinking of you.
shane:
y/n, are you drunk?
you never talk to me like this
y/n:
stone sober, actually
i never talk to u like this but i do always think like this
like right now. the way your shirt is half open right now. such a tease
Shane's breath catches in his throat. He's really hard now, and trying to hide it from those next to him. The vagueness earlier in your texts shattered into clear intent, and you definitely caught him off guard.
You move your foot just a little higher, grazing the edge of his bulge briefly before pulling back, watching him jolt. He closes his eyes for a second, trying to control his raging boner, but there was no use in his efforts.
y/n:
surprised, huh?
now imagine my hands there instead of my foot
maybe even my lips
would u like that?
He nearly dropped his phone, face burning as filthy visions flooded him. These are the fantasies he'd tried so hard to bury, thinking you would never feel the same way and want the same things.
shane:
holy shit y/n
yes i would like that
a lot
y/n:
perfect
He put his phone back in his pocket, looking at you. His cheeks are a bright red, and he takes a few sips of the cold water on the table in front of him in an attempt to cool himself down. You're just finding so much pleasure in teasing him like this, you can't just stop here. Something about the way he gets so red, so flustered, so visibly undone, is so fucking hot. His heart drops to his stomach when he feels another buzz from his phone, almost spitting out some water.
y/n:
did u think i was gonna just stop there?
Shane just looks up at you like he's trying to hold back every urge he's ever had. He doesn't know how to respond to that text, and he's hoping you're gonna take the wheel.
y/n:
what if i was under that table right now
and u were trying not to make noise with all these people sitting here
Fuck. He can't even think straight. This is really you telling him the things you want with him. Your voice, your thoughts, your fantasies.
shane:
you're driving me crazy y/n
You smirk before putting your phone back in your purse, keeping him on this cliffhanger for the rest of the dinner. Through the evening, he keeps staring at you, but avoiding eye contact once you look back at him. Your texts left him dazed and throbbing for you on him, touching him, anything.
At least another 45 minutes goes by— a very long 45 minutes, for Shane especially— before everyone begins to stand up and finally say their goodbyes.
You hurry out as soon as you can, much before Shane can since you didn't really have many people to talk to before you left. Waiting by his car, which he drove you both to the afterparty with, you shoot him another text.
y/n:
im by your car
be quick, can't wait much longer
Seeing this text makes him lose his patience even more. Shane finally escapes the crowd, walking as fast as he can out of the venue and into the parking lot, rushing to his car. His mind races as he gets closer, trying to figure out how to even approach you after all of those texts. He's worried he can't look you in the eye without damn near cumming in his pants.
He spots you waiting, his posture stiffening and his eyes hungry. He quickly unlocks the doors so you can sit and no longer wait in the cold, and he follows, sitting next to you in the drivers seat.
"Hey," you say, acting casual but smirking at him as he tries to look at you without burning up, but it's no use.
"Those texts. Did you really mean them?"
"Every word, Shane. You were so shocked back there. Cute, how it took you a second to catch on."
He turns the car on, turning red again, but unable to wait any longer to get out of the crowded parking lot and back to his place.
"I just wasn't.. expecting you to be talking like.. that. I mean- flirting? F-fantasies? We've been best friends for so long, and-"
He's cut off by the feeling of your hand on his thigh, cock twitching in his pants. He takes a deep breath, making you giggle.
"Friends who stare at each other a bit too long," you remind him. "I know you think about me like that, Shane."
"Is it really t-that obvious?"
You smile. "I can just tell."
"I've been trying to hide it- I mean, I guess I just never thought you would think about me like that that, too."
"I do. All the time."
These confessions make a shiver run down his spine. His face heats as the car idles behind a red light. He taps his fingers on the steering wheel, trying to get some sort of control over the situation. You notice, and how could you just not tease him about this, too.
"Nervous, huh?"
"S-sorry I just- your texts, you, got me so worked up," he admits, looking at you for a second before the light turns green again.
"Mm. Don't apologize. I think it's hot."
He takes another deep breath at your words. You slide your hand up a little higher, pressing gently but firmly against the growing bulge in his pants.
"I think you're hot," you say, smirking.
"Ah- fuck!" he whispers at the sensation, hips bucking involuntarily. “Y/n, I- fuck, we might crash if you don't stop."
Your hand circles the tip of his cock through the cloth, slow and deliberate during what feels like the longest drive of his life.
"Hm.. then focus. Need to get home with you tonight."
He whimpers at the feeling of your fingers so close, yet so far away, separated by fabric. The sound he makes causes a pool of wetness to grow in your underwear. You can't deny that you've always wanted to hear him like this.
"Keep talking though, baby."
You feel his cock twitch through his pants at you calling him 'baby'. It drives him even crazier.
"Y/n, you can't just- fuck- can't tease me and... say all this stuff a-and call me that if you don't mean it. Need to know you mean it."
"Oh, I mean it, baby. I promise. Been thinking about this and you for so long."
The fabric of his pants begin to dampen from the leaking pre-cum.
"Can feel how hard you are, baby. So fucking hot."
He whimpers, trying to keep his eyes open and on the road. With one more block left, your touches bring him to the edge without release. Your hand varies in pressure, sometimes light grazes and other times full squeezes.
By the time he parks in the driveway of his house, he feels wrecked, cock straining painfully against the tight confines of his clothes, begging for more.
He opens the door for you and you walk in, and as soon as the door is closed, he impulsively pushes you against the wall and give you the deepest, most passionate kiss you've had in your life. You’re taken aback by his actions for a moment, but you immediately kiss him back, your hands flying to the sides of his face. He pulls away, looking at you with raw desperation.
“S-sorry, I- that was a little harsh,” he says, cheeks reddening. “Just wanted to kiss you for so long.”
“Me too, baby,” you smile, kissing him again. His tight grip on your hips sparks something in you. “Bedroom. Now,” you say, giggling as you grab his hand and lead him through his own apartment to his bedroom.
You slip your arms out of the thin straps of your slip dress and look at him permissively. He inches closer and brings his shaky hands to the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head, revealing to him that you have no bra on. You move closer to him, placing your hands on his chest, and his arms move to wrap around your bare waist.
Oh my god. Oh. my. god.
“Shit, y/n,” he says, staring in awe at the breasts he’s imagined so many times after seeing you in a tiny bikini or a little tank top or all the time, really. He’s frozen, and you can tell he’s nervous, unsure of how far to go.
“Touch me, baby. However you’d like.”
He unexpectedly, but slowly, brings his face into the crook of your neck, kissing at every inch of skin. The feeling of his soft, warm, perfect lips on your skin sends a shiver down your spine, making you let out a desperate noise. He whispers your name in response, barely being able to handle hearing that from you.
You inch backwards and stumble onto his bed as he continues kissing you, and when you're on the edge of the bed, he kisses lower. Once he gets to your breasts, he pulls you closer to himself with his hands behind your back and a gentle pull. His heart is racing and he feels almost dizzy as his lips finally reach your breasts. He kisses between them, pulling back to look at you.
The puppy dog look in his eyes, so full of desire and innocence at the same time, makes your panties dampen more. He caresses your arms, before doing so on your stomach and tracing his fingers up to your breasts, cupping them in his beautiful hands.
"God... you're so beautiful, baby," he whispers, squeezing them, his cheeks flushing a deep red.
Your cunt is throbbing, aching for him, so you hook your fingers under the thin straps of your lacy thong and pull them down to your knees. He gets on his knees in front of you as you sit back down on the edge of the bed. The sight of him on his knees for you, looking as if he's worshipping you, is a sight you want to engrave in your head forever. He just looks so desperate, in love, obsessed.
"Can I.. t-touch..you?" he whispers, nervously, voice slightly shaking. He looks so vulnerable, so eager, that it makes your heart ache with a tenderness that’s just as potent as the lust coursing through you. You nod, your voice a soft, breathy whisper.
"Please, Shane. Need you to touch me," you say, slowly opening your legs for him.
Your permission seems to break a dam inside him. His shaky fingers, so gentle and hesitant, finally make contact with the slick, sensitive skin of your inner thighs. The light touch sends a jolt straight through you, and you let out a soft gasp. He watches your face, his eyes wide, as if memorizing your every reaction. He traces the line of your folds with a single finger, exploring you in a way that makes you feel like something sacred.
"You're so wet," he breathes out, his voice filled with pure awe.
"All for you," you confirm, your voice trembling in pleasure. "I've been waiting for this for so long."
Carefully, he sinks one finger inside you. Your breath hitches, and your back arches slightly off the bed. The sight of this makes his eyes widen even further.
"Fuck," he breathes, gaze fixed on your face. He seems genuinely amazed, as if he can't quite believe he's the one causing this reaction in you.
You answer by rocking your hips against his hand, a silent plea for more. He takes the hint, his confidence growing as he begins to move his finger, slowly at first, then a little faster, curling it just so. He watches, completely mesmerized, as your lips part and a soft moan escapes. He's so focused on your face, on the way your eyes flutter shut and your brow furrows in pleasure, that he looks like he's studying a masterpiece.
"You're so beautiful when you..." he starts, but trails off, adding a second finger. The stretch is exquisite, and you can't stop the desperate noise that tears from your throat. The sound seems to hit him like a physical blow, his cheeks flushing a deep, immediate red.
"Did I.. hurt you?" he asks, instantly stopping, worrying.
"No," you gasp, shaking your head. "God, no. It just feels... so. good."
A wave of relief and something that looks like pride washes over his features. He starts moving again, his thumb finding your clit and circling it experimentally. The dual sensation is electric. Your hips buck uncontrollably, and your fingers tighten in the sheets beside you. He's completely captivated, his own breathing growing ragged and his cock twitching as he watches you fall apart under his touch. He looks utterly flustered, yet completely determined, his earlier shyness replaced by a focused intensity.
He leans in closer, his warm breath fanning over your core. "Can I...?" he whispers, his eyes flicking between your face and where his fingers are buried inside you. "I need to taste you."
You can only manage a nod in response.
Pulling his fingers out, you begin to mourn the loss before he leans in and replaces them with his tongue. The first tentative, soft swipe against your clit makes your whole body arch off the bed with a choked moan. It's everything you've imagined and more. He groans at the taste of you, the sound vibrating against your most sensitive spot and sending waves of pleasure through you. He grows more confident, his tongue moving with more purpose now, licking and exploring with a hungry curiosity, his eyes still flicking up to watch your every shiver and gasp.
"Shane," you gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair, holding him right where you need him. "Oh, god, don't stop. That feels so fucking good."
His soft whimpers and trembling hands on your hips only add to how explosive the whole thing feels. He sucks your clit into his mouth, a gentle pressure that makes your vision go blurry. Every single movement is driven by a desperate need to please and worship you. Your orgasm crashes over you, powerful and overwhelming. You cry out his name as your thighs tremble and your body convulses, wave after wave of pure ecstasy.
His face is flushed, his lips swollen and glistening with your arousal, and his eyes are dark with a hunger that's far from sated. He looks up at you from his knees, looking utterly wrecked in the most beautiful way.
"Did I... did I do okay?" he asks, his voice raspy and unsure.
You let out a breathless laugh, reaching down to pull him up to you. "Okay? Baby, you were perfect."
Pulling him into a hungry kiss, you taste yourself on him. You stand up, guiding him to stand with you with his face in your hands, turning him around and gently pushing him onto the bed. His hungry groans echo through you as your lips stay together. You want to see him fall apart under your touch, to be the one unraveling him completely.
"My turn," you whisper, straddling his lap. His hands fly to your hips, but they were hesitant, unsure. His heart races and he lets out continuous whimpers at the feeling of your bare core drenching his pants, his cock begging for more. You lean in, capturing his lips in a slow, deep kiss as your fingers travel to the buttons of his shirt. He is still trembling slightly, and you can feel the rapid, uneven beat of his heart against your palms.
You undo the first button, then the second, your lips not leaving his. With each inch of exposed skin, you feel him grow more tense, more shy. He tries to kiss you back, but his focus is somewhere else now. You pull back just enough to look down, finishing unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off his arms.
"Look at you," you murmur, your voice a low purr. You lean down, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to his collarbone. He whimpers, hands tightening on your hips. "So beautiful, Shane."
You kiss your way down his chest, your tongue tracing a line down his sternum. He tastes clean and warm, and the little sounds he was making, the soft gasps and choked breaths, were driving you wild.
"All that confidence on stage.. and look at you now, hmm?" you tease gently, kissing every inch of skin before you. "Now you're so nervous for me.
His blush was magnificent, a deep crimson that spreads down his neck and across his chest.
"Y/n," he breathes, his voice shaky. "I... I don't know what to say or- or do.."
"Then don't do anything," you command softly. "Just let me take care of you."
Your fingers drift to the waistband of his jeans, finding the cool metal of his belt buckle. The sound of it unbuckling is loud in the quiet room, and Shane flinches as if he'd been struck. You slid the leather through the loops, the friction of it making him shudder, and you tossed it aside. He looks utterly wrecked, his head thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut as if he can't handle the sensory overload.
You pop the button of his jeans and slowly pull down the zipper. He lifts his hips instinctively, helping you as you slide his pants down his legs. He is left in just his tight black boxers, the fabric doing little to hide the straining erection beneath. He was so hard it had to be painful, and the sight of him so undone, so vulnerable, made your own arousal spike.
He's shy now, really shy, trying to cover himself with his hands, his face burning with embarrassment. You gently move them away, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek.
"Don't you dare hide from me," you whisper. You bring your hand to his clothed cock, palming him slowly, firmly. He lets out a broken cry, his hips bucking up into your touch. "God, look at you. You're so hard for me. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen."
"Please," he whimpers, his voice cracking. "Y/n, please..."
"Please what, baby?" you ask, your hand still stroking him through the fabric. "Tell me what you want."
"I... I want..." He couldn't form the words, too lost in the feeling. "I want you."
You smile, a slow, confident smile. You hook your fingers under the waistband of his boxers. "Can I take these off?"
"Y-yes, fuck- yes."
As you pull them down, freeing him, a sudden shift occurs. His eyes fly open, and a wave of insecurity washes over his features. He tries to cover himself again, his face crumpling. Your heart melts at his sudden vulnerability. You look down at him. He's perfect. Thick and long, flushed and curving up towards his stomach, already leaking with pre-cum.
"Oh, Shane," you breathe, your voice full of genuine awe. You gently take him in your hand, and he hisses at the contact. You give him a slow, deliberate pump. "You're so big. So fucking perfect. I knew you would be."
His eyes shoot to yours in disbelief. The praise seems to short-circuit his brain. He's blushing so so hard now, but a small, shy smile plays on his lips.
"R-really?"
"Really," you confirm, leaning down to press a gently kiss to the tip. He cries out, his body tensing. You begin to stroke him, your hand moving in a firm and steady rhythm.
"You're beautiful, Shane. Every inch of you."
Every inch. He feels like he could explode, realization hitting him that you are touching him, feeling him, praising him. You watch his face as you work, the way his mouth falls open, the way his eyes roll back in his head. It is intoxicating. Leaning down, you take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head.
"Fuck! Oh, fuck, y/n!" he shouts, his hands flying to his own hair, his hips thrusting up uncontrollably. You take him deeper, setting a pace that has him writhing and babbling incoherently beneath you. The taste of him, the sounds he's making, it's all just so good. You can feel him getting close now, gripping your hair and his cock twitching in your mouth.
"I'm gonna.. I.. fuck, y/n, I'm gonna cum," he warns, his voice a strained and desperate gasp. He tries to pull back, thinking you'd want him to do so before he finishes, but you don't let him. You just take him deeper, humming around him in encouragement, and that was all it took. "Y/N!"
With this loud, broken cry of your name, he cums hard, his body arching off the bed as he spills into your mouth. You swallow, taking everything he has to give until he was a panting mess beneath you.
You releas him slowly, licking your lips clean as you pull back. He's staring at you, his chest heaving, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and utter shock.
"You... you swallowed," he breathes, his face flushing a deep, immediate red. It wasn't a question, but a statement of pure disbelief.
You just smirk, leaning up and planting a kiss on his forehead. He scoots backward, laying his head on a pillow, and you follow, laying next to him. You drape one leg over his and place your head and a hand on his chest as you get comfortable.
"Every drop," you whisper, nose brushing against his. "Was it good for you, baby?"
He's so flustered, nodding frantically, eyes focused on you.
"Y-yes, so.. so good."
You trace lines on his chest and collarbones as you smile, occasionally meeting his eyes that were not living your face. He is too flustered to speak, eyes still wide and glassy with a mix of exhaustion and a lingering high. Sweat still clings to his skin, making his chest glisten under the dim bedroom lamp, and his breaths came in shallow, uneven puffs. But then you feel it, pressing insistently against the soft flesh of your thigh. His cock, still slick from his earlier release, is already twitching back to life, thickening and hardening with a speed that bordered on obscene. The heat of it radiates through you, sending a fresh wave of desire pooling between your legs.
You prop yourself on an elbow as you rest your head on your hand, look down at his length and smirk, then look back up at him and his gorgeous, shy face. His blush, which you thought had reached its peak, a deep crimson flooding his cheeks, neck, and even the tips of his ears, intensifies somehow. He looks utterly mortified. "Oh my god," he groaned, his voice cracking as he brings both hands over his face, fingers splaying wide as if to block out the world.
"I'm.. I'm sorry y/n, you're just..so.. a-and this is so..I-I'm sorry," his words tumble out quickly, you giggling quietly at his adorableness.
You gently move his hands away from his face. His eyes meet yours, his pupils full of arousal and embarrassment. You hold his fazwe, refusing to let him hide.
"Don't you dare be sorry for this," you murmur, eyes flicking down to where his cock is now half-erect against his stomach and your thigh. As you look back to his shocked face, a wicked grin spreads on your face.
"That is so fucking hot. Already hard again, God, I love it."
He just stares, lips parted. He expected you to be weirded out, or even grossed out at the fact that he got hard again so quickly to his best friend of a long time. He thought you’d find it strange and just tease him about it, and not in the way he would like. He did not expect you to be so pleased.
“Y-you’re not… freaked out?” he stammers, his voice a hoarse whisper.
Your grin widens, affectionate dominance radiating from every inch of you as you shook your head. "Freaked out? Baby, this has me soaked all over again."
He bites his lip and blushes at your bold statement. You reach down between your bodies, your fingers wrapping firmly around his rapidly swelling cock. He gasps sharply, hips jerking up involuntarily into your grip, his cock now fully hard and scorching hot in your palm.
You stroke him slowly, deliberately, from base to tip, your thumb circling the sensitive underside of the head where a bead of pre-cum was already forming. He twitches under your touch as his body tenses up again, eyes darting between your hand on him and your eyes looking at his dick. Both of those sights could be enough to send him over the edge.
As you stroke him, you start rolling your hips, grinding your pussy against his thigh. Feeling how wet you are, he lets out a moan.
“Mmm, you like that? Feel how wet you make me?”
“F-fuuuck, Y/N,” he says breathily, body trembling under your touch.
“So fucking hot, so perfect. Wanted you for so long, Shane, you have no idea. Wanted to see this pretty cock, want it inside me,” you say in between kisses as you climb up to straddle his hips, kissing his chest, collarbones, neck, any skin you can find.
You sit on him, his cock grazing your ass and your pussy dampening the skin of his stomach.
“My god, y/n,” he whimpers. “Y-you can’t.. say.. that, fuck, you’re making me dizzy.”
“Mm I’ve thought about this so many times. How sexy you’d look being a mess under me while I ride your cock. Can I baby?”
“Fuck, oh my god yes, yes, God yes.”
He’s moving his hands everywhere on the blanket, or on his hair, sometimes shyly on your hips, trying to find anything to help ground himself. The way you’re talking to him, the way you’re being so direct about the way you feel and the things you want- the fact that you feel them and want them in the first place- is driving him insane.
You grab him and run his tip up and down your folds, as if he needed any more teasing. He’s a whimpering mess, a complete wreck under you, and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. It's all just so overwhelming, in the best way.
You line him up at your entrance and slowly sink down, gasping at the feeling of his cock stretching out your pussy. He fills you completely, every ridge and vein dragging against your sensitive spots, and you pause there, grinding down in tiny circles to adjust, feeling him pulse deep within you.
"Oh my God!" he gasps, before letting out a long, beautiful moan that makes you want to ruin him.
You begin to move, setting a slow rhythm, lifting slightly off of him before sinking back down. Each movement pulls more and more whimper from his throat. Your hands stay on his chest, raking them up and down and feeling his perfect body. You lean down, lips brushing on his ear, the hot breath making him shiver.
"You were so sexy on stage tonight," you whisper between pants. "But you're even better like this. All desperate under me, all mine, fuck."
You move a little faster, the bounces up and down causing your clit to slam consistently against him, making the whole experience more sensitive.
His face is a masterpiece of fluster. Brows furrowed, lips pink and swollen, eyes darting between your face, admiring your expressions, and the sight of his cock disappearing into your pussy over and over. Tears of overwhelmed pleasure prickle at the corners of his eyes. He reaches up to cup your face, and pulls you not a messy open mouthed kiss. You pick up the pace, thighs burning as you ride him.
"Fuck, Shane, your cock feels so good inside me."
"O-oh my- fuck, Y/N, you feel so.. so- ah!- good," he whines, hands roaming frantically on your body.
The room is filled with your shared sounds, of his cock plunging in and out of you, your gasps mingling with his moans, and the creak of the bed under every movement. His blush never fades. It instead deepens with every praise, every direct and teasing word.
"C-can't believe... you're doing this.. to me. S-so hot," he pants, voice breaking. "I'm gonna.. gonna cum again."
You smirk and slow just enough to edge him.
"Not yet," you command softly. "Wanna feel you throb inside me longer. You feel so so good, you're doing so well."
His blush reignites again, feeling you clenching around him.
"B-baby, fuck!"
"My baby, you're blushing so pretty while I fuck your pretty cock. Gonna make you cum so hard you forget your own name."
His eyes open at that comment, glassy and unfocused, full of awe and desire, locking onto yours.
"C-cant.. say it like that," he gasps, thighs quivering violently and his abs clenching as he tries to breathe. "You're... gonna make me.. ah, shit- I'm gonna.."
You moan, back arching. "Cum for me, Shane. Inside."
That pushes him over. His hands grip your hips so tightly, his whole body going tense. He dissolves into guttural moans when you pick up speed again. He cries out your name, cock welling inside you, and he erupts. Hot ropes of cum paint your walls, pulse after pulse, so much it leaks out of where the two of you are joined.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck," he pants, hips twitching involuntarily.
The physical sensation of him inside you in addition to the beautiful sounds he's making push you over the edge too.
Your walls clench around him as you moan out his name, him whimpering and groaning from the feeling of you tightening around his sensitive, overstimulated cock.
You ride out the aftershocks together, slowing to lazy grinds. Finally, you collapse forward onto his chest, both of you panting uncontrollably, your skin sticking to his. His arms wrap around you weakly, one hand stroking your back in shaky circles, the other in your hair, and his cock still buried in you. He fills you even when he's soft.
He's quiet for a bit, chest rising and falling under you. You can feel the heat still pouring off his flustered face pressed against your shoulder. You give him a few kisses on his jaw before gently plopping next to him, nuzzling him close.
"Baby that was.. amazing," you tell him, looking at him with so much love in your eyes, and he notices that.
"It.. it was..baby," he says, giggling before saying the word baby, because it's just so perfect and amazing and surreal to be calling you that.
He looks at you with those beautiful, doe-like eyes, still hazy but already clouding again with shyness. His cheeks are still rosy, hair a tousled mess, and lips swollen because of how hard he was kissing you. He looks wrecked in the best way.
He speaks again, his voice small, barely above a whisper.
"I can't believe I came that fast again. You're gonna think I'm some kinda freak," he says, laughing, but you can still see the vulnerability that made your heart twist.
You lift your hand, brushing your thumb over his jaw.
"Think you're a freak? Baby, I think you're perfect. The way you get so hard so quick, the way you blush like that.. it's the hottest thing. Thinking about it makes me wanna pin you down and do it all over again."
His blush explodes, spreading down his neck. He ducks his head, trying to hide in the crook of your neck as his arms tighten around you.
"S-stop," he mumbles, voice muffled and a little whiny, but you can tell there is pleasure in it too. His cock twitches against your thigh again, regardless of the fact that he's soft now. "You're killing me, doing and saying this stuff. How am I supposed to look at you tomorrow without turning into a tomato?"
You chuckle, low and affectionate, shifting slightly so you could nuzzle his ear.
"Tomato looks really cute on you."
He groans, but giggles, throwing his head back and closing his eyes with a smile on his pretty face. It feels so right, being this close to him, so intimately. A few minutes tick by in comfortable silence, feeling like you were about to doze off on him. Eventually, he speaks again.
"Hey... um. Can I ask you something?" He bit his lip, eyes flicking away before forcing them back to yours, vulnerability raw in his expression. You not encouragingly.
“Have you... felt like this the whole time? Like, our whole friendship? The teasing, the... you know, fantasies and stuff. Was it always there? Or is this just... like a one time kind of.. impulsive thing?"
His question hangs in the air as your heart aches at his transparency and pure adorableness. You can see the flicker of insecurity, a fear that this was a one-night thing, that tomorrow you’d just act all friendly and casual again.
You shift up carefully, cupping his face in both hands. You kiss him softly, a slow, deep, kiss pouring reassurance into it until he melted beneath you with a tiny whimper.
“All along, baby. God, yes. Every time we’d hang out or I’d come see one of your shows, I’d go home soaked and touch myself to the thought of doing so many things with you.”
His breath hitches, eyes slightly widening, the blush that had slightly faded during the silence coming back full-force.
“You.. would?”
You giggle, running your hand through his hair gently and gazing at him with nothing but love and adoration.
You pause before you continue describing some things you thought about. It’s so amusing watching his reactions to it, some more teasing can’t hurt.
“So many times we’d be hanging out and I’d just be thinking the whole time about how you’d react if I randomly whispered something dirty in your ear. Or if I joined you when you shower after a show.”
His lips are parted as he listens, eyes darting everywhere on your face in disbelief that you felt like this the whole time too.
“You’d just be sitting there watching a movie or something and I’d think about stripping you naked and sucking you off and feeling you in me. Especially when we’d hug goodbye or something, and I could feel a hard on pressing against me ‘accidentally’, I knew you felt it too.”
He looked like he might spontaneously combust next to you, breathing faster because of how flustered he’s getting. He just stares at you now, no words, making you giggle.
“What?” you chuckle.
“Sorry, sorry I just…,” he begins, snapping back to reality. “I just can’t believe you’ve wanted this. A-and that you.. knew I wanted it.. too. And that we.. just did all of that,” he says, voice getting quieter and shyer with every word.
“Mhm. Bit my tongue for so long cause I didn’t wanna scare you off,” you start, “But theres only so long I could go without doing something about it.”
“I.. felt so guilty the whole time.. cause I didn’t think you wanted this kinda stuff with me when I.. I r-really always did,” he admits.
You smile at him softly, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips.
“Now we can make up for all of those nights that we wasted without each other. All those things I thought about that I know you thought about too.”
He blushes more at the fact that you want to do this again and bring all his fantasies to life. He hides in the crook of your neck again, smelling the sweet scent of your skin, pulling you closer to him.
Your naked bodies press against each other, more intimate than you have ever been, and you both fall asleep in the most comfortable state either of you have been in.
Author's note: Second smut fic here we are. Shane, you've turned me into a public freak (I've been a freak; it was just a secret before)
Warnings: cussing, reader wearing short shorts, munch!Shane obvi because it's confirmed; Shane is lowkey down bad for reader in those shorts; oral sex (female receiving), pet names, Shane calls reader a good girl a few times, lowkey praise kink
You like the quiet that came with the late nights and early mornings. The sound machine keeps a steady hum through the apartment while you scroll on your phone waiting for Shane to get home from the studio. The clock reads 1:25 am when you finally hear the sound of the door opening. Shane slips into the bedroom but stops when he sees you’re still awake
“Oh, didn’t realize you were still up,” he mumbles as he kisses your forehead before going to his side of the bedroom to take his shoes off
“Not all that tired. How was the studio?” you ask, and Shane shrugs, his back facing you as he grabs some clothes to change into
“Not bad. Didn’t get as much done as I hoped, though.” he sighs as he slides down his jeans
“Did you eat anything?” you ask, shutting your phone and setting it on the nightstand
“Uh, yeah. Had some crackers,” he mumbles, slipping on his sweatpants as you sigh, rolling out of the covers
“That’s not food. I’ll make you something quick to eat.” You stand up from the bed, doing a quick stretch, leaning back. Shane looks over at you for the first time since you got out from under the covers. You had his shirt on and a pair of shorts, if you could even call them that. Shane’s eyes widen at the sight
“M’not hungry for food,” Shane mutters, walking over to you, his hands finding your waist
“Really? You haven’t eaten all day, and you’re not hungry?” You raise a brow, arms going up to rest on his shoulders as you play with the hair on the nape of his neck. Shane shakes his head.
“Not really,” he shrugs, his lips making a thin line, and you sigh
“Alright,” you huff out, arms slowly falling from his shoulders “What do you want then?” you ask, and Shane grins, pulling you closer to him
“You,” he mumbles, and you scoff
“Shane-” you start, but he stops you, bringing a finger to your lips
“Please? You don’t even need to do anything. Just lay down, and I’ll take care of the rest.” he runs a hand through your hair as he talks, causing you to lean into him
“When you put it like that,” you sigh with a small smile, making Shane grin once again
“Yeah? I got you, baby,” he whispers as he guides you to the bed.
The soft mattress meets your back with a sigh. You watch Shane as he crawls his way to hover over you. You can feel his breath on your lips as he slowly leans in.
“Missed you today,” he mumbles before attaching his lips to your neck, making you let out a small whine at the sudden contact. He immediately is sucking and licks your neck, making you tilt your head to give him more access
“Missed you too… holy-” You wince as Shane finds the perfect pressure point and sucks on it. “Shane,” you whine, hands coming up to run along his back. Shane pulls away, lips slightly apart and short of breath
“I’m gonna take your shorts off, ok?” he pants, not wasting any time once you nod your head. “Good girl,” he mutters as you lift your hips so he can pull your shorts down. Fingers grazing your skin as he pulls the shorts down and off your ankles, you watch as Shane throws them on the floor
“Dramatic much?” you tease, and Shane rolls his eyes
“Make fun all you want, just remember who’s the one about to make you feel good,” he says back with a bit of sass in his tone, making you laugh
“Right. My bad,” you mutter, and Shane laughs slightly
“You’re forgiven, don’t worry,” he mutters, his hand grabbing your right thigh, picking it up as he leans down to kiss your inner thigh, making you sigh contentedly
Shane takes his time kissing your inner thighs, his hands kneading the opposite thigh he isn’t giving his full attention to. Once he feels content, he pulls away and slides back just a bit to get a good look at you
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he mutters, his fingers grabbing the hem of your panties. He looks up at you through his lashes, waiting for a sign. You nod, and that's all he needs to pull them off and add them to the floor with your shorts. Shane looks at you for a moment before smiling
“Guess I might be a little hungry,” he jokes, and you scoff, but it quickly turns into a moan as Shane dives in. His mouth latches onto your pussy before you get a chance to breathe. Your hands find his hair, making him groan against you. You feel the vibrations making your stomach bubble.
“Shane,” you whine, not expecting him to respond. Shane grabs the backs of your legs, lifting them to rest on his shoulders for a better angle. His tongue swirls around your clit. His tongue works up and down your folds, his hands rubbing your thighs as he works. Shane pulls away, lips glistening, a string of saliva connecting to where his lips were a couple of seconds ago
“Holy shit, you taste amazing.” Shane pants, fingers coming down to touch your nub, making you arch your back
“I gotchu, baby. I got you,” Shane mutters before he dips his head back into your legs. Tongue poking in and out of your hole, making you moan, covering your mouth with your hand.
Shane switches areas, so now his tongue is back to swirling around your sensitive bud, and his fingers are slowly thrusting into you
“Fuck Shane-" you drop your hand from your mouth. Feeling yourself lose control of your body, “I can’t- I need to cum” you pant.
Shane doesn’t say anything, but he picks up the pace. His fingers work faster, and his tongue moves up and down once again. You whine as you feel yourself let go; your legs squeeze around Shane’s head, making him groan against you, helping you ride out your high, moaning his name.
Shane doesn’t stop licking once you’ve come down from your high. His fingers slowly pull out, making you whine at the loss, but his tongue doesn’t let up
“Shane,” you whine, tugging on his hair. He pulls away, slick running down his chin as he grins
“Just one more baby. You’ve got it.” He coaxes you, kissing your thigh while making eye contact with you
“M’tired,” you huff, hips subconsciously thrusting closer to his mouth
“I know, baby,” Shane says in a mocking tone. “Just one more, yeah?” You nod weakly, throwing your head back with a whine
“Good girl,” he praises before latching back onto your pussy, making you whine at the sudden contact. This time Shane doesn’t use his fingers. He stays with a steady pace of his tongue lapping your folds with a groan every now and then. His name leaving your mouth every so often makes him speed up for a moment before slowing back down. He’s savoring the taste of you as much as he can.
“Shane, I can’t,” you whine, pushing his head away. He pulls back and looks up at you
“It’s ok, baby, let go,” he soothes, hand rubbing your thigh as he slowly goes back down. Within the first few licks, your orgasm hits; your hands grip his hair as you throw your head back.
“Fuck” you whine, bucking your hips up so his mouth can get better access. Shane doesn’t stop until you push him away
“Did so good for me,” he mutters, climbing up the bed to meet you face to face. “So pretty when you cum on my face,” he mutters, and you grimace
“Don’t say that” you whine as he laughs, kissing your neck
“Why not? It’s true,” he mumbles, pulling away. “You are my favorite meal.” Especially after midnight when we would wake up the rest of the people in the building,” Shane says, shifting to lie down, pulling you into his chest
“You’re an idiot.” You laugh, tiredly closing your eyes
“Yeah,” Shane sighs with a slight nod, kissing your forehead. “But I’m your idiot,” he mumbles, and you hum
do you make sombr x reader? If so can you make one where after his show he goes backstage horny and I give him oral
am i a nicki fan? ok but seriously i luvv this idea. here it is for uu \(^ヮ^)/
pairing: bf!sombr x gf!reader
summary: it’s no secret to anyone that shane likes to have fun on stage. but, when his cocky energy still lingers off stage, he comes to you for ‘relief’.
warnings: oral (m recieveing), pet names, cum swallowing, teasing, public sex kink (?) MDNI !! that’s it ♡
“good night!” he screams out to the sold-out theatre in europe. he’s responded with a wave of screams that don’t die out until the lights are fully back on.
he comes out off stage with a near sprint and is quickly halted by his team who come to congratulate him.
“that was amazing!” his stylist says while handing him a towel. he always came out on stage extremely sweaty, and you found it very attractive.
you run up to him and hug him tightly. you look up to see his tired but ecstatic dark eyes, the energy from the show still there. “you did great, as always.” you say with a giddy smile in your face as you kiss him. today he is quieter. he doesn’t respond or smile to his teams praises, and instead he looks distracted by something.
“baby. is something wrong?” you say naively. “uhh..” shane says. “s’fine, just… tired.” he pauses briefly and looks around to realize most of his team has left. he creeps up to ear and whispers slowly. “i need some help… unwinding.”
you turn your head and raise your eyebrows. “what’dya need?” you say sultrily, your eyes looking up at him with desire. “come in the dressing room and i’ll show ya.”
he grabs your arm and puts you behind him, forcing you to go through everyone backstage. the embarrassment of being teased like this infront of everyone is only working you up even more.
you and shane enter his private dressing room, and honestly, neither of you check if the door is locked. you don’t even make it one step in before shane is unbuckling his belt, not even trying to hide his horniness in front of you. “couldn’t stop thinking about you on stage.” he confesses. “got so fucking hard, wish you knew.” you stand there waiting for his next command like his good girl.
“get on your knees.” shane demands. his hard cock peeking though his underwear. you lick your lips and do as he says. you begin to fiddle with his waistband, teasing him. he lets out a low and needy groan which only pushes you farther. you pull his underwear down to reveal his red and slick dick. you look up at him temptingly with your doe eyes, waiting for the last seal of approval. in response, he lets out a pleading moan, which is all you needed to begin.
“god baby, you’re so fucking hot. please..” shane grabs your hair into a ponytail with a tight grip on it. you start by licking a stripe down his cock, making him twitch. you tease the tip with your tounge and slowly let him enter your mouth. when he’s in, you start sucking, the tip fastly reaching your throat. shane tries to be quiet and fails miserably, moans and high pitched groans escaping his mouth. “yeah baby, like that..”
with the grip on your hair, shane starts pulling and shoving your head down further greedily. you bob your head fast, feeling him get close. “agh- shit baby- keep it like this and i’ll -ngh- come..” he starts twitching harder against your tounge as you go faster, the feeling of sending shivers down your nerves. “fuck… you’re doing so well. anyone could come in and see -shit- see you like this, sucking me off so prettily. you’d like that, huh?” he mutters. “such a slut, ‘saw your thighs rub together while watching me.. so -ahh- needy for me baby.”with a final suck, he comes undone fully inside your mouth, hot spurts of cum coating your mouth. “yeah baby, swallow it all… good girl.”
he suck him off from the tip and pop your lips off, sticking out your tounge and showing him. you stand back as he carefully lets go of hair, caressing it down the way. “you did so good sweetheart, the best after concert pamper.” you smile and kiss him deeply, making him taste himself.
“let’s go back, before someone barges in.” he says, pulling up his pants and buckling his belt. “don’t worry,” he says, hugging your waist from behind: “i’ll make up to you later.” leaving a kiss on your neck and opening the door of his dressing room.
a/n: blehhh i wrote this in one go (i entered flow state) first smut work, hope this is what u were looking for (＃＞＜) comment, like & reblog, it helps a ton !
"what's the weirdest thing you've eaten after midnight?"
wc: 1k
summary: shane joins you in bed for the night but he's feeling awfully hungry and not for food.
not proofread
content warnings: no use of y/n, established relationship, pet names, oral (f!receiving), fingering, face sitting, male masturbation
authors note: this was lowkey rushed so if it's buns i'm sorry lol
new york city was never quiet. there was always the sounds of cars honking, music blaring and people shouting. it could be quite overwhelming but up inside of the apartment you shared with shane, everything was peaceful. every sound was distant and far less bothersome.
it was just after midnight when shane finally decided to join you in bed after staying up to play around with a demo he was working on. he pulled his hoodie up and off over his head before throwing it onto the floor and then sliding into bed beside you. his arms wrapped around your middle pulling you in close so he could relish in how warm and soft you felt against him.
"missed you," he mumbled against your neck as he nuzzled into it. his lips grazed against your skin, tickling you slightly.
"shane, i was literally here just down the hall from you," a soft giggle fell from your lips as you pulled back enough to look down at him. you were met with his gazing up at you, eyes blown wide with a familiar look. he looked like he could devour you.
"you know what i mean, baby," shane leaned in once more and this time he pressed his lips against the skin of your neck, pressing wet kisses there. he began to give gentle nibbles and small sucks, leaving pretty little marks behind.
a warmth flooded straight to your core as he lavished you with attention. truthfully, just him looking at you was all it took to get your panties soaked and he knew that. to confirm his point, he slipped his hand down to cup your cunt through your underwear, groaning as he found the dampness that had gathered there.
"is this all for me? can i get a taste, doll?" your head nodded eagerly in response. there was nothing you wanted more right now than your pretty boyfriend's face between your legs. the thought alone made your thighs clench together.
shane moved to settle himself between your legs, resting them over his shoulders as he got himself comfortable. he started with pressing soft, sweet kisses to the inside of your thighs, fingers digging into your flesh. then the kisses became sloppier, leaving wet trails of spit behind as he slowly but surely made his way closer and closer to where you needed him the most.
"don't tease, shane. please, need you," god, you sounded so pathetic and it turned him on beyond belief. how could he say no when his girl was practically begging for him?
"i got you, baby," that was the last thing you heard him say before you felt his flattened tongue drag through your folds. he moaned against your pussy from the taste alone, sending a vibration straight to your core. your hands tangled into his curly, brown locks, tugging him closer.
shane's tongue lapped at you a few more times before he focused on your clit. he flicked his tongue against it in a perfect rhythm before sealing his glossy lips around your clit. he brought one hand to your drooling cunt, prodding your hole with two fingers. he relished in the way you reacted, whining and bucking your hips to try and pull him in. you could quite literally feel him grinning against you.
"please, please, please. need your fingers insi-" before you could even finish your request, shane slipped two fingers inside of you with ease. he curled them just right so with every movement he rubbed against your sweet spot, all while still giving attention to your clit with his mouth.
it felt so intense in the best way possible. your entire body felt like it was burning up, getting hotter and hotter with every suck of his mouth and every curl of his fingers.
"can you sit on my face? please?" a whimper escaped you unintentionally as he pulled away from you completely. the lower half of his face was glistening with a mix of your arousal and his own spit. he looked like the definition of beauty itself.
you were so eager to feel pleasure again that you clumsily clambered on top of him, hands holding onto the headboard of the bed to steady yourself. shane's hands were on your thighs immediately, pulling you down until your heat was back on his mouth.
with one hand, he began to fuck you with his fingers once again and with the other, he tugged his sweatpants and boxers down enough to free his raging hard cock. he used his thumb to smear the precum that had leaked from his tip down his length, wrapping his fist around himself.
just knowing he was touching himself because he was so worked up just from eating you out made you feel lightheaded. that coil in your stomach was moments away from snapping and shane could tell by the way you were clenching around his fingers. he kept him pace consistent, knowing if he changed things up even just a little bit, he could lose you.
a loud groan escaped from shane's mouth, travelling straight through you. this was what it took to finally send you spiralling over the edge. your hands gripped harshly onto the headboard as you rode his face. he continued to lap at your heat, tasting you against his tongue all while he fucked into his fist at a relentless pace. you could hear the 'shlick, shlick, shlick' noise filling the room and it only made your orgasm more intense.
"fuck, you taste so good, baby. gonna make me cum," shane's words were muffled against your pussy but they were clear enough for you to understand. but you were still too far out of it to even form a coherent response, whining instead.
his fist continued to move up and down his slick length, bringing him closer and closer to his release. a few more strokes and he was moaning against you as he painted his stomach with hot, white ropes.
"you're my favourite midnight snack," there he was, back to his silly self the moment he'd came down from his high. he pulled you off of him, tucking you against his side so he could pepper your face with giddy kisses.
Tw: smut, MUNCH SHANE MUNCH SHANE OMFG, guyliner (😝) and cussing and some drinking
Notes: this was a anonymous request that i had rotting in my docs and its smut and its munch shane so YAAAA
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shane and y/n y/l/n were at sal's house party he invited shane and y/In (ofc), his friends, and his band. both shane and y/n both brought their own friends ( eddie, leila, and nick) with sal's approval. as they were sal's house,
They were having a blast, dancing to music, talking and laughing, trashing the house, playing games, and most were drinking. shane, y/n and y/n's weren't drinking.
shane was wearing his guy liner that he hadn’t removed from the performance he had walked that day and was wearing a t-shirt and black flared jeans with rings and his necklaces
y/n was wearing a dark strapless red mini dress with black flowers on it, and black heels. no makeup, except a strawberry chapstick she had.
minutes later, sal announced loudly so everyone could hear while holding an empty bottle
"Everyone we're playing spin the bottle! Who's up for it?!"
most people agreed and made a circle around while everyone else was doing something else.
Shane and y/n say directly across each other
she could see her friends smirking. y/n side eyed them like they were insane. "Who's first?"
sal said.
"i'll go!" Mitch told them and Sal gave him the bottle.
Mitch spun the bottle and it landed on Mia .
sal told them "you two guys have fifteen minutes!" Mitch and Mia went into the bathroom and pecked each other. 5 minutes later they came out and felt disgusted
"ew gross!" and mia pretended to vomit.
Everyone else in the circle laughed. After a few more people went.
it was Shane's turn.
He spun the bottle and it landed on... y/n!
y/n was paralyzed with fear. The thing is, Shane really loved y/n and so did y/n.
Shane smiled at y/n knowing this was his chance, and y/n blushed a little bit. He went up to her and both went to the bathroom.
Shane looked at y/n, how she dressed like a piece of fresh meat.
y/n was looking at shane's guy liner and how he was dressed tonight.
she could get his hands on him any minute. She also wanted his hands on her.
"We both have fifteen minutes. damn i finally get to have time for this." shane smiled.
"for what?" y/n asked. Without warning, shane grabbed y/n's face and crashed his lips on hers, tasting the strawberry chapstick from her lips.
"I love the taste of strawberry chapstick flavor." Then he grabbed her face and kissed her more to get that strawberry chapstick flavor on him.
then y/n grabbed shane's shoulders and gave in.
they desperately wanted it so badly.
Their kiss was so passionate. their sounds of their french kisses started to come in. y/n felt so many butterflies in her stomach. After two or three minutes, shane went down from her face to her neck. y/n lifted her head down a little bit, giving him more exposure.
shane then gave her soft kisses and bites, feeling his tongue on her neck.
y/n groaned and grabbed his curls. y/n then started to kiss and lick his jawline
Then y/n felt his hand going up her thigh under her dress, feeling the cold rings.
He went down under and made a long lick up her thigh and went under her dress.
He then bit down there near her clothed core.
shane saw that she wasn't wearing anything under just her black lacy underwear.
y/n felt herself soaking her underwear and groaned a little bit.
"Shane..." she moaned a little as she gripped his curls with her hands and breathed almost heavily. shane smirked against her thigh and laughed darkly a little bit. "i know you like that." shane told him.
"just in your underwear, you knew what you were doing." shane smirked.
Meanwhile at the circle, everyone else was laughing and talking. sal checked the timer on his phone and saw they had their fifteen minutes were over. sal was wondering what's taking them long.
“shouldn't y/n and shane be done already?!" mia said.
"Uh yeah.." eddie told them. then they started to laugh and talk.
shane then put his hands on her underwear. He then asked without pressuring her, she told him yes.
He then saw how she was.
He put one hand on her thigh and the other lifted up her dress.
He removed the hand that was on her thigh and softly dragged his fingertips on her core.
y/n groaned
"omg shane... please" she softly moaned.
He smirked and told her, now lifting up her dress with both hands
"i have a surprise just for you." he then fanned her wet core with his hot breath.
His face was so close to her core, then he put his mouth on her core and started to lick it.
he licked it everywhere, her slit and her bud, desperate for her taste.
y/n started to moan and felt even more
butterflies in her stomach.
He slid two fingers in and pumped
More moans
“oh god- shane!” she yelled
he looked up and smirked with his eyes
he replaces his fingers with his tongue
eating her out rough, groaning against her
“fuck- shane! shane!” she said
he let her come down from her high and came back up to her face
“your so pretty and taste amazing baby.” he said
He then kissed her tasting herself from his mouth.
y/n pulled her underwear back up.
"That was great, Shane." y/n said and kissed him on the nose. They both realized that they may have gone over time. Then they quickly cleaned up the mess in the bathroom, rushed out and went back to the circle in sal's living room.
as they entered the circle, everyone was staring at them. "What took you so long? that took about over twenty five minutes." Sal said and laughed. some people in the circle started laughing. y/n was confused. she asked "what's so funny?". mia told her,
"What’s on your neck y/n?" y/n went back to the bathroom, checked her neck in the mirror, and saw that shane gave her five hickeys on her neck. She gasped and walked back and gave shane a look
“Shane!” she says
“Sorry I was enjoying myself” shane says with a wink.
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 he’s already kissing you back. His hands cup your face, warm and a little shaky, tugging you closer like he’s afraid you might disappear. The kiss is hungry and deep, full of the tension you’ve 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 he’s 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 can’t fully pull away.
“God… I’ve been thinking about this forever,” he whispers, voice low and flustered.
“Me too,” 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 wasn’t expecting that. You can feel the way his whole body reacts, the way his hands tighten at your cheeks like he’s 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 you’ve felt the same, that this isn’t 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. There’s something raw in his gaze now. He still can’t 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 it’s off, he seems to shrink, his shoulders hunching slightly as your eyes sweep over him. He’s all lean muscle and pale skin, flushed pink from the heat and his own embarrassment. He’s suddenly so shy, so exposed. He’s flushed. Not just from the heat, but from the way you’re looking at him now, like he’s something you’ve 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. He’s 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 he’s a little nervous, trying to see if what he did was too much.
“I need you, Shane. Now,” 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.
“Fuck, Y/n,” he says, blush spreading from his cheeks down to his neck.
“Want you so bad,” you say, biting your lip and eyeing his naked body, noticing his cock hardening again.
“Are- are you sure? Cause I really, really want you but I don’t want you to do this as a spur of the moment thing and then regret it.”
“C’mere..”
You say it quietly, almost a whisper. It sends a shiver down Shane’s 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. It’s like a wet dream, he just can’t 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 can’t help but let out a little moan as you place his hand on yourself, running his fingers up and down your folds.
“Y/n, you’re so… so wet.”
“See what you do to me? Feel how badly I need you? I promise, I want this, want you so fucking bad.”
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.
“Such a pretty cock. So hard for me, too. Need you inside me, Shane. Needed it for so long.”
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.
“You have no idea,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your ear as he sets a slow, torturous rhythm. “No idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
He’s fucking you like he’s been starved for you, like he’s trying to make up for a year of wanting in one frantic, desperate moment. 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 doesn’t 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.
“Hi,” he whispers, his voice husky and low. He's full of this warmth that you just want to hold forever and ever.
“Hi yourself,” 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."
Author's note: baby's first smut, so be nice. Also, I'm not gonna say MDI because you can read the warnings and know what you're ok and not ok with reading. p.s This might be my longest fic... whoops
Warnings: smut, lowkey teasing Shane, uhh cursing, dom!shane because I said so. Shane is a munch. Oral sex, PinV, both M&F receiving, safe sex! (wrap it before you tap it) let me know if there's more
You had a plan; it was a good plan. But there seemed to be one flaw in this plan, and that flaw was Shane Michael Boose. You had decided that you were going to do some deep cleaning around the house, starting with the bedroom and working your way out. Shane seemed to take this as a challenge to see how much he could distract you. That morning, as you were going through some clothes, Shane popped his head in around the corner
“Whatcha doing, baby?” he mumbles, sitting down on the floor beside you
“Cleaning, like I told you yesterday, remember?” You sigh, throwing some clothes into a pile
“Oh yeah,” Shane grins, “want some help?” He asks, kissing your shoulder, making you look over at him
“I’m fine, unless you want to go through your clothes.” You nod your head towards his side of the dresser, and Shane hums
“I think I’m ok,” he sighs, looking at the pile of clothes you're going through. His eyes narrow in on a bra before grabbing
“You aren’t getting rid of this, are you?” He asks, holding it up to your face
“I don’t wear it anymore, so probably.” You shrug, trying to grab it from him, but he pulls it closer
“Um, no. Let’s keep this one for luck,” he mumbles as you let go, rolling your eyes
“Are you serious right now?” You scoff, and Shane grins slightly
“Very, very serious, baby. This bra right here.” he points to it. “Wonders. It does wonders. I mean, you always look hot, but God, this thing makes me feel like a madman,” he huffs out dramatically, and you push him
“Fine, whatever, just go away so I can get back to this.” Shane stands up with a sigh
“Fine, fine, I’ll go. Just yell if you need me,” he mutters, walking back out of the bedroom.
You were left alone after that; you were able to finish the bedroom and bathroom before lunch, which let you do the kitchen and living room afterward. Throughout that time, Shane left you alone. Doing his own thing until about 1 o’clock, when he walked out of the bedroom
“I’m going to head out for a bit; I'll be back,” he says, causing you to look up as he walks over to you, leaning down to kiss your cheek
“Oh, alright,” you mumble, and Shane smiles, standing back up straight
“I’ll be back in like an hour, just going to grab some things from the store,” he says, and you nod as he makes his way out the door.
In the span of Shane’s absence, you were able to finish the living room, leaving you with one final task: the car. You started with the inside, cleaning out all the trash and using a hand vacuum to get up all the crumbs. You started to bring out all the supplies to wash the car when Shane pulled back up.
“Why hello there,” Shane calls out as he steps out of the car and goes to the trunk to grab the bags
“Hi.” You laugh, shaking your head. “When you’re done putting those up, can you come help me?” You ask, and Shane hums
“Course, baby. Give me like five minutes. Go get some water or something to help cool you off; it’s hot out here.” You nod, following him inside, helping him unload the groceries and grabbing yourself some water while Shane goes to change into some more appropriate clothes for washing the car.
You can hear Shane’s footsteps coming up behind you, causing you to turn around. Shane returned with no shirt on and only a pair of sweatpants, making your breath hitch a bit before letting out a deep sigh
“Where’s your shirt?” You ask, setting your water down
“Don’t need one when it’ll get wet anyway,” he shrugs, grabbing a water before making his way back outside
“Right, of course,” you mutter to yourself as you follow behind him.
It started out fine. Shane pulled out the water hose; you grabbed the soap and the bucket while he filled it up with water. The whole time, you were very much aware of Shane’s shirtless figure next to you. Finally, you started to actually wash the car, grabbing the sponge and getting to work on the windshield, while Shane worked on spraying the rest of the car.
You both worked in silence for the most part; every now and then you’d bump into each other, making you both laugh. That was until Shane started to clean the hood of the car, making you look up. His muscles were showing more than usual, the way his hands were holding the sponge, making his veins pop out. You took a deep breath, one that Shane was able to hear
“You ok?” He asks, looking up but not moving from his hunched-over position
“Fine,” you huff out, looking back at the sponge in your hand
“Yeah?” Shane teases with a grin, dropping the sponge and pushing off the hood of the car
“Shane, what are-" You stop talking as Shane makes his way over to you. You now notice the little bit of soap suds he has on his stomach, making you swallow hard. When Shane gets right in front of you, he stops looking you up and down before taking a deep breath
“Why don’t we take a break?” Shane suggests, and you nod slowly, making Shane smile. He grabs your hand, leading you back inside.
The moment the door is shut, you pounce on Shane like a starving animal; luckily, he catches you, his hands resting on the curve of your ass, as your lips meet his. The kiss was messy and hungry compared to your normal quick kisses. You pull away, panting, looking deep into Shane’s eyes
“You did this on purpose,” you pant out breathlessly, and Shane grins
“Maybe.” He shrugs as he makes his way, carrying you to the bedroom. “But you weren’t giving me enough attention,” he mutters as he lays you down on the bed. You whine softly as he sets you down, making him grin before attaching his lips to your neck
“Shane,” you whisper, and Shane hums against your neck, sending vibrations up your throat. Your hands make their way to his back, gripping his shoulders
“Patience, baby, patience,” Shane mutters, pulling away from your neck to tug at your shirt. “Let's get this off first, yeah?” You nod, raising your arms up so he could take it off.
Once Shane removes your shirt, he smiles, his head tilting to the side, a silent way of asking for permission to take your bra off as well. You nod; Shane takes that sign and reaches around to unclasp your bra, letting it slide off your shoulders before he pulls it off all the way
“I know I say this every time, but you’re so beautiful, baby,” Shane mutters as his hands slowly glide up your body and stop at your breasts. You let out another whine at the contact before reaching out to tug on the band of his sweatpants
“Shane, please,” you whimper. Shane nods, letting you help him take off his sweats, leaving him in just his boxers.
“What do you want to do, baby?” Shane asks, hands still cupping your breasts, making it harder for you to think
“I-I just want you,” you mutter, arching your back slightly, and Shane huffs out a laugh
“Alright. How about-" Shane starts grabbing the band of your shorts. “We start with something simple? Something I know you’ll like?” Shane suggests, and you nod
“Yeah, just hurry up,” you whine, and Shane hums
“Yes ma’am,” Shane mutters, pulling down your shorts and underwear in one go, leaving you fully naked in front of him
“Lay down,” Shane instructs, and you nod, leaning back against the pillows on the headboard. Shane takes the opportunity to spread your legs apart. He shifts down the bed so he’s right in front of your pussy. Shane grabs your left leg, kissing your inner thigh, slowly getting closer. You sigh
“Oh my god, Shane, could you-" before you could finish, Shane’s lips met your clit. His tongue licking you up and down before swirling around your clit. You gasp, your hands flying to his hair, pulling it slightly, making Shane let out a small grunt.
“Fuck” you hear Shane grumble as you buck your hips up against his back, making Shane’s hands come up and hold down your hips. Shane pulls away for just a moment to look up at you
“Let me know when you're close, ok? Don’t want you to cum without me.” You nod, and Shane grins before diving back into your pussy, making you moan.
He continues working his tongue around your clit, swirling in circles right on your sensitive bud, making you whine and tug his hair every now and then.
“Shane, Shane, oh my god,” you pant out pushing his back. “Fuck, I’m going to cum soon,” you whine, and Shane pulls away to lean over and grab a condom from the drawer.
You watch as Shane pulls down his boxers and reveals his hard cock, making you squirm. Shane tears open the packaging and rolls the condom onto his cock before looking up at you
“You alright?” He asks, and you nod
“Yeah, just stop teasing,” you groan, Shane nods, aligning himself with your entrance before slowly sliding in.
You let out a gasp as he sinks into you. Your hands grip his shoulders. Once Shane bottoms out, he looks at you
“You alright if I move?” He asks, his voice soft even in the moment. You nod, and he slowly pulls back out before thrusting back into you
“Holy shit,” you moan, tilting your head back against the headboard as Shane finds a steady pace. The room echoes with the sound of skin slapping skin
“Shane,” you whine, “gonna cum” you pant out. Shane nods, his thrusts speeding up
“Alright baby, you can cum. You got it,” Shane coaxed, his head dipping down, kissing your neck once again, sending new waves of pleasure, making you hit your breaking point. Your climax hits hard as your head falls back, your eyes rolling back into your head, letting out a loud moan as Shane keeps a steady pace to help you ride out your high
You can feel Shane slowing down inside you, his breath quickening as you catch your own breath; your hands run up and down his back as he finishes, head in the crook of your neck.
Shane waits for your breath to slow down before pulling out; you whine at the loss of contact. Shane rolls off the bed, making his way to the bathroom before coming back with a washcloth
“I know I didn’t cum inside you, but still,” Shane shrugs, coming up beside you on the bed and helping you clean up
“What about the car?” you mumble, eyes fluttering shut, and Shane laughs
“I’ll finish washing the car later.” You nod as Shane grabs the washcloth from you, putting it on the nightstand
“C’mere,” Shane mutters, pulling you against his chest. You let out a relaxed sigh, your eyes falling shut as Shane kisses your hair
“We’re gonna have to change the sheets, you know? I just cleaned them, and now they have sweat from outside,” you mutter, making Shane laugh
