for so long ⋆˚⟡˖ ࣪ sombr / s.b.
fem!reader x sombr
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.