#sombr fluff

You knew something about this performance was going to be different when Shane wouldn’t tell you his plans. Normally, he’ll tell you a few little details about what he’s planning, but this time, when you asked, he would just grin and turn away. 

“Shane, come on, just a little something,”  you groan on the car ride to the AMA’s as Shane looks up from his phone with a grin 

“You’re so pretty, I love you,” he mumbles, leaning in to kiss your forehead, and you pull back dramatically

“Is that a hint?” you point at him with a raised brow, and he copies your expression 

“Why would that be a hint?” he laughs 

“Because you have a song called ‘you’re so pretty’, duh,” you roll your eyes, and Shane hums

“Oh yeah… no, that's not a hint. Sorry, babe, just stating facts,” he shrugs before looking back at his phone

“I hate you,” you mumble, looking out the window 

The red carpet wasn’t as bad as you thought it was going to be, and you’re pretty glad that your seats are close to people you already know. Before Shane's performance, he had already won an award for best alternative rock song, making him even more excited; walking back to his seat.

“Hello,” he grins, sitting back down, making you laugh 

“Hi,” you mumble as he leans into you 

“After my performance, can you come to my greenroom?” his tone is soft as he looks up at you with puppy eyes

“Shane, oh my-” you look over to make sure his mom isn’t looking at the two of you “I am not going to your greenroom to have sex after your performance” you whisper shout and Shane’s eyebrows raise instantly 

“No!” he laughs, “baby, that’s not what I meant.”

“Oh,” you feel your cheeks flush, “well then, I guess I can,” you hum, and Shane smiles, kissing your cheek

“Perfect… I’ll see you soon,” he mumbles before standing up and hugging his mom before heading off to his greenroom.  

You sit next to Bennah in anticipation, waiting for Shane to come on stage. The moment the curtains opened and the first note hit, you knew it was going to be one of his best performances. The lighting hitting every angle of him perfectly, the blue backdrop adding to the emotion. And of course, the eyeliner made it even better

You watched in awe, like you do every time he steps on stage, eyes wide and full of admiration. When the bridge starts, you can’t help but notice that Bennah is looking at you. You look over at her with a smile

“What?” you laugh, and she just shakes her head

“You’re gonna love this next part,” she says, pulling you into her side. Before you can ask any further questions, rain starts pouring from the ceiling as he ends the bridge. Your mouth falls open, and you let out an airy laugh 

“Oh my god” you mumble, shaking your head and Bennah laughs beside you 

“I know” 

When the song ends and the curtains close you wait about a good fifteen seconds before standing up 

“I’ll be back” you whisper to Bennah who just nods as you scurry out of the room and make your way down the hall to try and find Shane’s greenroom.

The hunt for his room was harder than you thought. You tried calling Shane, but he didn’t answer, so you continued your way down the hallway, only stopping when you heard a small voice coming from a room. As you get closer, the voice sounds like Shane's. You open the door and see him making a TikTok… of course, he is.

“Shane?” he turns to look at you, and your eyes widen 

“Oh my god,” you laugh out, covering your mouth, “you look like a raccoon.” You walk into the frame of the video and wave to the camera before looking back at Shane 

“I’m wet,” he sighs, looking at you like the camera doesn’t even exist 

“I see that,” you mumble, trying to wipe off some of the eyeliner. Shane grabs your wrist, kissing your palm before dropping your hand 

“Don’t think that will help my raccoon eyes,” he sighs, and you laugh, nodding slightly 

“True…” 

“How am I supposed to go sit back down in the audience if I'm wet?” he tries to lean against you, but you push him back. 

“Don’t get me wet too,” you laugh, grabbing his phone to stop the video. You put his phone down and look at him

“You did so good,” you mumble as Shane starts to find the clothes he was wearing before his performance 

“You think so?” he asks. Nerves getting the best of him

“Of course I do. You always do amazing, Shane,” you mumble, “but I’m biased,” you shrug as he laughs 

“Thank you, babe, really,” he throws his shirt back on, and you groan, causing him to look back at you

“May I help you?” he asks, a grin spreading across his face

“No… go on, torture me, whatever,” you sigh dramatically, looking over your shoulder 

“You’re the one who said no greenroom sex,” Shane counters, and you scoff

“That was before I knew that you were going to be dripping wet and have eyeliner running down your face,” you groan as he continues getting dressed

“Guess we’ll just have to wait… don’t worry, I’ll still be wet and have eyeliner on my face,” he grins, grabbing his phone to post the TikTok

“Let's go back,” he reaches for your hand, and you smile

“Fine” 

comments:

User: ‘i’m wet’ SHANE PLEASE WORD THINGS BETTER 💀 User: the way he sighed dramatically like a disney princess User: the way she immediately tried fixing his makeup User: he abandoned the tiktok SO fast User: their relationship looks so FUN User: not me smiling at my screen like i know them personally

After you both ordered and got your drinks, you found a little area outside the cafe where the both of you can sit and try your drinks. Shane ordered a matcha, as he said, while you ordered Shane's preferred type of drink just in case he didn't like the matcha. He takes out his phone to "vlog" his matcha trying experience.

He starts the video. "Y'all. I'm at Coachella playing for the first time and I was like 'y'know, I'm feeling reckless today, I'm gonna try matcha for the first time' and I wanna see what everyone's talking about. I see some people saying that it tastes like grass, I see some people say it's the best thing ever. Which I know a person who does admit to it" He jokingly side eyes you while facing the camera. "And before I forget, I have a special guest with me." He wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you towards him getting you in the frame. "My lovely girlfriend, my queen." he then smothers you with kisses infront of the camera. "Shane!" you laugh. The video cuts there.

He starts the video again as if he didn't just attacked you with his lips. He inserts the straw into the drink "I normally like my coffee like just black coffee like- like just hot black coffee." "Alright here goes nothing. Little life on the edge" he braces himself as he took a sip. "It's good" he says but immediately makes a face. "Wait. The more I drink it.. it's like- it's too like- it's too earthy. It genuinely does taste like grass." He tries drinking it again and shakes his head "uh uh I don't like matcha i'm giving this to my girl. I will not be drinking matcha." He then brings out my drink to the camera "So glad she bought a black coffee as her drink just in case I didn't like it." He smiles at you lovingly "I have the best girlfriend. okay bye!" the video cuts off there.

comments

user1: the way he looks at her??

user2: this man loves his gf so much

user3: someone find me a man like this

author's note: my first fic omg😭 I really hope you guys like it🙏also there's like very limited fics of sombr so I'm here to make more. also i took inspiration from his tiktok where he tried matcha. follow, reblog, like!

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The credits of the movie begin to roll. You shift on the couch, nudging Shane's shoulder with yours. He is so warm, so perfect, and the blanket draping over the both of you feels like you're in your own little world with him.

"Well that was... definitely a movie," you say, a small grin on your lips.

Shane chuckles, a low rumbling sound that you felt beneath your head through his chest more than you heard.

"A profound analysis, y/n, truly."

"Hey, I'm a critic at heart," you shoot back, poking his side. He squirms, a surprised laugh escaping him. "What?...Are you ticklish?"

"No," he says, a little too quickly, his eyes darting away from yours as he tries to suppress a smile.

You leaned in closer. "Hmm...liar."

You wiggle your fingers against his ribs again, and he dissolves into a fit of giggles, trying to push your hands away while curling into himself.

"Okay, okay, stop! I surrender!" he laughs, his face flushed and his eyes bright with laughter.

You finally stop, resting your head on his chest as his breathing evens out. His heart is beating a little bit fast against your ear.

"You're cute when you're flustered," you murmur, tracing patterns on the soft fabric of his t-shirt.

"I'm not flustered," he mumbles, but the way he's avoiding your gaze and trying to not smile says otherwise.

You tilt your head up, noses almost touching.

"Hm. Yeah, you are."

You close the small distance between the two of you, pressing your lips to his. It was a soft, sweet kiss, the kind that you'd shared a dozen times before, but that never fails to give both of you butterflies. His lips are hesitant against yours at first, as they always were, because he never wants to make you uncomfortable. But, he relaxes into it, one of his hands coming up to cup the back of your neck.

You pull back and look into his eyes before straddling his waist, kissing him once more. Even though you guys have made out several times before, he still gets nervous every time, because you're just so perfect and wonderful and he can never believe that you're the one kissing him.

The kiss deepens as you settle more comfortably over him, your hands sliding up from his chest to thread through the soft messy curls that you could die for. He lets out a soft sigh against your lips, a sound of pure content that makes your heart flutter. His hand travels to your neck, tightening just slightly, holding you close as he tilts his head, his lips fitting yours so perfectly. It's slow, sweet, and familiar and you've never felt so happy and comfortable before. You can feel the rapid, steady beat of his heart against your palm. He's always so careful, so deliberate, like he's memorizing the shape of your lips every time you kiss him. You smile into the kiss, a little giggle escaping you against his lips, and he takes it as an invitation to deepen it further. His tongue traces your lower lip before shyly meeting yours.

You pull back after a little bit, both of you breathing a little heavier. You rest your forehead against yours, looking at his beautiful face, playing with a strand of his hair.

"You're such a good kisser, Shane, you know that?" you murmur, your voice a little breathless.

His eyes, which had been closed, flutter open and lock on yours. A slow, bashful smile spreads across his face. He ducks his head for a second, a little blush creeping up on his neck at the compliment, before he looks back up at you. Without a word, he leans in and captures your lips again, this time with a little more confidence. This kiss is a reward, a silent thank you for your praise.

When you break apart this time, you're both grinning like idiots. You boop his nose playfully with your finger as he lets out a faint chuckle.

"Good boy," you say, your tone light and teasing, meant to poke a little fun at how effortlessly sweet he is.

His reaction is instant. His eyes fly open, and flutter as he tries to hide his shock. A deep, immediate blush spreads from his neck to his cheeks. He freezes completely. He can feel his heart start racing, and his breathing quickens as he tries to calm himself down.

"W-what?" he stammers, trying to play it off with a nervous chuckle, but his voice, being a bit thicker, a little breathless, betray him. His hands tighten on your hips.

You tilt your head as a slow wicked smile appears on your face. Oh. This is interesting. "You okay?" you ask, looking at him with teasing eyes. "You look a little tense."

He swallows hard, glancing away for just a second before meeting your gaze again. "No, no I'm- I'm fine."

He absolutely is not. He's actually a mess now, in his head, trying to comprehend what you just called him. The lie is so transparent, you almost giggle. He's trying to hard to regain control, but the furious blush on his cheeks and the slight trembling in his body give him away. He's cursing at himself in his head, wondering why he couldn't be a bit better at hiding his pleasure in you calling him that. You were obviously joking, so now you're just going to think he's weird for being into it.

"Hmm.. you sure?" you press, your voice a little sultry. You shift your weight, a subtle move pressing down a little firmly, so subtle he can't even tell if it was on purpose or not, but still causes him to take a quick, sharp breath. "Because... you do seem tense."

He just stares at you, lips a little parted. He looks a little mortified, trying to hide how much he really is into this, and it's the most endearing thing.

"Shane," you coo, tracing circles on his collarbones. "Why are you so red?"

"N-nothing," he squeaks, then clears his throat, voice coming out in a lower octave. "I'm not."

"Hm.. I think," you begin, planting a little kiss on his cheek, "that you liked it when I called you that."

His jaw clenches, and he feels himself getting harder by the second. His mind is in shambles, trying to find something, anything, he can say to not embarrass himself further. But it's no use, because before he can even organize his own thoughts, your lips are on his again. He sighs against your lips, this time a sigh full of desire and eagerness rather than pure contentment.

You pull back, biting his lower lip lightly as you do. Leaning closer, your lips hovering near his ear, you speak, softer this time, with more intent.

"Tell me. Did you like it when I called you that, Shane?"

"M-maybe.." he admits, his voice barely above a whisper, like the confession cost him something. His eyes look deep into yours, searching for any kind of judgement, but all he saw was affection and intrigue.

"Hmmm. You know," you purr, kissing down his jaw. "I think it really suits you."

He lets out a trembling breath, blood rushing both to his cheeks and to the bulge growing under his sweats. "You...do?" he asks, voice deep and a hint of disbelief in his tone, as if he can't belief that you're as into this as he is.

"Mhm. I do," you confirm, sitting up straight again with your hands wrapped draped behind his neck. "And I think I really like you like this. All flustered."

"Y/n..." he whispers, body tense and voice trembling.

A slow smile spreads across your face as you lean in to kiss his jaw again, then his neck, light and teasing. "My good boy."

He. cannot. breathe. He has had countless fantasies about you, most of which he believed would eventually come true as your relationship progressed. But this one— the most prominent one, though he wouldn't like to admit it— is the one he didn't think would actually ever play out, because he never thought you'd be into it.

You pull back to look at him, your expression warm and genuine. He's looking away, because looking you in the eye right now, just the thought of it alone, is so overwhelming. You tilt his chin up, gently, forcing him to look at you. "I love you blushing like this. So hot, baby."

He takes a breath in, a soft but charged inhale, his eyes fluttering shut for a second.

"Y/n..," he groans, "you're gonna kill me."

You giggle softly, your heart swelling at how vulnerable he looks. "What? I can't help it. You look so pretty. Especially when you're blushing like this. And your eyes are all wide and sparkly."

He manages a breathy chuckle, but it was shaky, his body still warm and tense under yours. "You're.. making it worse."

You smile, pressing another kiss to his lips. Your tongue flicks against his lower lip before you retreat again, making him let out a small whimper from wanting you back on his lips. He blushes intensely and immediately, realizing the noise he just made.

You smirk, tracing lines on his collarbones that are ever so slightly exposed above the line of his t-shirt.

"Getting all worked up just from a little praise. Such a good boy."

He bites his lip, the look on his face so vulnerable and heated. His hips tilt upward, just barely. You can tell that he's trying to not do too much, not seem so needy, but god knows he is.

You move your hips against his, rolling them slowly and gently at first. You can feel the hard, thick line of his erection through the material of his sweatpants. He gasps while maintaining eye contact, blush turning into a deep crimson color.

"Mmm. I feel that," you murmur, noses brushing and lips barely apart. "That's all for me, isn't it, Shane?"

"Fuck..." he breathes, head falling back against the couch cushions. His hands are gripping your hips so tightly it's almost painful, but it's not even fully on purpose. He's just trying to ground himself with anything he can, and you love his desperation.

"You're being so good for me, Shane," you praised, your voice a low purr. "So good." You kiss him again, swallowing his desperate sounds as you continue to rock your hips against him. The couch creaks softly with your movements, the only other sound in the room your ragged breathing and his soft whimpers.

After a few more minutes of torturous grinding, you pull back. He looks wrecked. His hair is a mess, his lips are swollen and red, and his chest is heaving. "I want to take care of you," you say, your voice firm but gentle. "Can I do that?"

His eyes flutter open, hazy with lust. "Please," he breathes.

As you continue slowly rolling your hips against his, just enough to tease, you tug at his shirt. "Can I take this off, baby?"

He's too breathless to respond verbally, and just nods his head eagerly. Slowly, almost agonizingly, you lift his shirt, leaning down to kiss every inch of skin as its revealed from his stomach up. Each kiss sends another shiver through Shane's body, the feeling of your lips landing on his skin so softly almost too much to handle.

When the shirt is finally off, you throw it to the side and run your hands lightly across his chest, before leaning down and placing soft kisses across his collarbones. He whimpers, hips bucking upwards again involuntarily.

"Eager, are we?" you tease. He sighs and nods slowly in response, holding eye contact, his cheeks flushing deeper realizing how desperate he seems. "Mm I know. Can feel it through your pants, baby."

You take your top off, revealing to him that you didn't have a bra on, and his gaze becomes stuck on the sight of your bare chest. "Y/n, you're... so beautiful."

You can't help but blush a little bit yourself at the compliment, and at how in awe he looks as he stares at you. You lean down and kiss him again, and he just *melts*. The feeling of your bare chest pressed up against his, your hands cupping his face so gently, you kissing him with so much intent, it's enough to make him come undone right there.

The kiss gets deeper and heavier before you force yourself to pull away. He looks like he wants more, needs more, eyes dark and glistening. You hover over him for a second, peeling off your own pj shorts, before slipping your hands under the waistband of his sweatpants.

"Can I?"

His breath hitches at the sight of you in nothing but your lacy panties, and he blushes deeper knowing you want to take more of his clothes off.

"Y-yeah," he says quietly.

You smile, hovering over him for a moment to slide off his sweats. You hook your fingers into the waistband, tugging them down. He lifts his hips ups to help you, his movements eager and a little clumsy.

His erection is evident through the tight fabric of his black boxers, with a little wet spot of the precum leaking through. The sight of him, even through a piece of clothing, makes a familiar heat pool in your belly. You can tell he's big already, and so hard for you. You settle yourself on top of him again, taking a breath at the feeling of your heat pressed against his. He gasps, breath getting stuck in his throat.

As you begin rolling your hips again, he lets out a whimper, biting his lip trying to hold back the noise. You take this as a challenge, grinding against him with a bit more power, causing him to let out a loud moan.

"That's it," you encourage. "Let me hear you. You sound so pretty."

"F-fuck, Y/N..." he whimpers out, trying to look away because of how shy and slightly embarrassed he feels. But he finds it impossible to pull his eyes away from the dark desire in your own, along with the occasional subtle glance to the way your tits bounce as you move against him.

The way he's looking at you, so vulnerable and raw, it makes your stomach flip. You lean down and kiss him hungrily, the roll of your hips getting gradually stronger and faster.

"You're so hard, Shane. Fuck. Feel so good against me like this," you tease, earning more whimpers and groans from him. You can feel his cock pressing against you just right, constantly rubbing on your clit through the fabric of both of your underwear.

"It.. it feels good for you?"

Your heart melts at his words, his vulnerability, and the way his eyes light up hearing how he's making you feel.

"Yeah, baby, it does. You have no idea," you murmur, your voice thick with desire. You pick up the pace, the friction of your lace panties against the rough cotton of his boxers driving you both insane. Each roll of your hips presses his length perfectly against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through you. "You're making me so wet, Shane. All because of you."

He lets out a choked sound, a mix of a moan and a sob. "Y/N... please..." he begs, his hips starting to move in time with yours, meeting your thrusts with a desperate, clumsy rhythm. His hands are still gripping your hips, but now they're guiding you, pulling you down harder against him. "I can't... I'm gonna..."

"Shhh," you soothe, slowing your movements just enough to pull him back from the edge. "Not yet. Be a good boy and wait for me."

The praise makes him shudder, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding back.

"You're doing so well, Shane. So good for me."

He whimpers again at the sound of your sultry voice praising him like this. You plant kisses all over his body, from his pink lips down the flushed skin of his neck and chest. You move off of your straddled position on him, a needy noise escaping his throat as he mourns the loss of the feeling of your body on his. His eyes flutter open as he sees you settling yourself on your knees between his legs on the floor, moaning at the sight.

You look up at him, holding eye contact, while you palm him through his boxers.

"Oh, g-god, Y/N..," he whines. The neediness in his voice goes straight to your core. Though he sounds like he's about to cry, you keep teasing him through his boxers, knowing he's enjoying the anticipation from the way you feel his cock twitch under your palm.

Slowly trailing your fingers a bit higher, you trace circles around his happy trail.

"Mmm, look at this. So sexy," you say before leaning down to plant a short kiss on his happy trail. He bucks his hips up in response, seeking any kind of friction.

"Leading me right where I want to be." You slowly, painfully slowly, trace a single finger from the bottom of his bellybutton, down his happy trail, to the waistband of his boxers.

The teasing affects you at this point, too, the need to see all of him becoming overwhelming. Slipping your fingers under the waistband, you feel him shudder.

"Can I take these off, baby? Wanna see all of you."

Hearing you talk like this, telling him you want to see all of him is enough to send him over the edge. He nods eagerly, panting as he looks down at you, eyes wide and dark with lust.

"Words, baby."

He whimpers at your demanding tone, cock twitching in the tight restraint of the fabric of his boxers because of the way you're so in control.

"Y-yeah, take... take them off."

You smile before slowly pulling down his boxers, eyes not leaving his bulge. He lifts his hips a bit to help you get them off. His cock springs free, hard and flushed against his stomach, tip glistening and red and so needy. He's bigger than you imagined, your mouth watering at the sight.

He looks down at you nervously, analyzing your face for any reactions, hoping you like what you see- and holy fuck, you do.

"Fuck," you breathe, wrapping your hand around him. He's so hot and hard in your grasp, throbbing with need. He whimpers as you give him a slow, deliberate stroke, thumb swiping over his sensitive tip.

"You're so fucking perfect, Shane. Look at you," you purr, eyes flicking between his own, and where your hand is wrapped around him. His breathing is uneven, chest heaving, and he feels like he could pass out happily right there, with your soft touch on his cock.

"Y/N...p-please, I need- nngh.. need you."

He sounds so hot being all needy and desperate for you, he sounds like he could cry if you stopped touching him.

"I know, baby. I've got you," you reassure. You shift closer to him just a bit. He's an absolute mess, feeling so embarrassed and nervous making eye contact with you, but he's too obsessed with the view to look away. Maintaining eye contact, you lean forward and slowly lick the tip of his cock, tasting the salty precum. He reacts immediately, back arching and a loud, broken moan tearing from his throat.

“You’re going to be so good for me, aren’t you?” you ask, your hands resting on his thighs. “You’re going to let me do whatever I want.”

He just stares, his chest heaving, his expression one of utter, helpless devotion.

"Such a pretty cock, Shane. So hard for me, wanna taste you," you tease before taking him into your mouth. You start slow, swirling your tongue around the head before taking him deeper, inch by inch. You relax your throat, taking as much of him as you can until he hits the back of your throat. He's a mess above you, panting and cursing, his hands tangled in your hair, not guiding, just holding on for dear life.

"Y/N... your mouth... s-so good, fuck..." he babbles, his hips twitching, fighting the instinct to thrust up into your warm, wet heat. You pull back until just the tip is in your mouth, sucking hard, before sinking back down, setting a steady, torturous rhythm. You cup his balls, rolling them gently in your hand, and he cries out, his thighs trembling.

"Look at me, Shane," you command, pulling off for a second to speak. His hazy eyes find yours. "Watch me suck your cock. Cum for me, yeah?" He nods frantically, his lip caught between his teeth. You take him back into your mouth, your movements becoming faster, more determined. You can feel him getting closer, his balls tightening in your palm. You go down again, setting a slow, torturous rhythm. You want to draw this out, to make it last. To memorize every twitch, every shudder, every gasp.

"I'm... I'm close," he warns, his voice strained. "Please, don't stop. I'm- fuck, baby, I'm g-gonna cum."

He barely gets out those last words, so overwhelmed and nervous, and in shock that this is even happening in the first place. You hum around him, the vibration sending him over the edge. With a loud, guttural groan, he comes, spilling hot and thick down your throat. You swallow it all, continuing to suck him gently through his orgasm until he's completely spent, his body limp against the couch. He whimpers as you do, feeling so overstimulated. His cock is so sensitive now, but you just love the noises he's making.

You release him with a soft pop and crawl back up his body, kissing him deeply, letting him taste himself on your tongue. He kisses you back lazily, a sated, blissful smile on his face. "You..." he murmurs against your lips, "you're incredible."

"M'glad you liked it, baby. You tasted so good for me."

Hiding his face in your neck, he kisses the skin there softly, almost like he's thanking you. You tangle your fingers in his soft curls.

"I'm not done yet, though," you tease with a quiet giggle. He pulls his head back and looks at you and- oh, you could just melt at the look in his eyes. He's looking at you like you're a goddess, like he'd do anything for you, and like all he wants is to be good for you.

"W-what can I do for you? What.. what do you want?" he asks, desperate to please you.

"Lay back," you say, gently pushing his shoulders so that he is laying comfortably on the couch. "Wanna ride you."

His eyes widen, a fresh wave of blush coloring his cheeks, and his cock already begins twitching back to life just at the sound of your voice saying that.

"You...do?"

You let out a soft chuckle at how sweet he sounds, leaning forward to press your lips on his.

"Mhm."

You gently settle yourself on top of him, running your folds up and down his cock to tease. He's already hardening again, but is still so sensitive, and the noises he's making are heavenly.

"P-please, Y/N," he whines, almost crying at the sensation.

"Are you gonna be a good boy for me? Gonna be a good boy and let me ride you?' you growl.

'Yes, fuuuck, p-please.."

"Good boy," you praise, hovering over him and grabbing his cock.

You tease him, running his tip along your pussy.

"Yesyesyesyes," he moans, practically trembling under you.

You can't help but let out a moan at the feeling of his hard, hot cock teasing you like this. Lining him up at your entrance, you make eye contact, making this whole thing so much more overwhelming. Slowly, you sink down all the way, bottoming out in one smooth motion.

You both cry out at the sensation. He fills you completely, stretching you our perfectly. You stay still for a moment, just savoring the feeling of being so full of him. He's panting beneath you, chest heaving, eyes barely open as if he can't handle the pleasure.

"Look at me," you order, feeling his cock twitch inside you from your dominant tone. "Want you to watch me ride you. Want you to watch yourself go inside me."

He forces his eyes open, and the look in them is enough to make you lose your mind, a mixture of awe, desperation, and pure, unadulterated bliss.

You start to move, rising up slowly before sliding back down, just as slowly. You set a languid, torturous pace, wanting to draw this out, to make it last as long as possible. You brace your hands on his chest, using him for leverage as you ride him, hips rolling in a steady, hypnotic rhythm.

“God, look at you,” you breathe, watching his face contort with pleasure. “Taking it so well. You feel so fucking good inside me, Shane. So big, so hard. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to be inside me.”

He can't speak, just could nod his head and make these beautiful, broken little noises. His hands are everywhere, roaming your back, your thighs, your ass, and when they finally reach your tits, squeezing and kneading, trying to anchor himself to you, you let out a moan. The feeling of his soft skin on such a sensitive part of you drives you insane.

“Yeah, just like that,” you encourage, picking up the pace slightly. “You’re such a fast learner. My good, smart boy.”

The praise seems to spur him on. He sits up suddenly, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your chest. The new angle allows him to hit even deeper inside you, and you cry out, head falling back.

“Shane… oh, fuck…”

He's just holding on, his face pressed against your skin as you continue to ride him, your movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. The slow burn builds into an inferno, and you can feel your orgasm coiling deep in your belly. He's a whimpering mess, face in between your tits, kissing between the short breaths he manages to take.

“I’m close,” you gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair. “So close. Are you close, baby? Are you going to come with me?”

He just nods, his mouth open against your skin.

“Tell me,” you demanded, your voice sharp. “I want to hear you say it.”

“‘m close,” he slurred, his voice thick and muffled. “So close… Y/N… please…”

"Yeah? You're gonna be a good boy and fill me up, is that right?" you pant, riding him harder, chasing both your release and needing to see him cum for you. He moans into your skin, nodding frantically and barely pushing out a few whimpered "mhm"s

“Let go, baby,” you panted, riding him harder, chasing your release. “Let go for me. Come on. Be my good boy and come for me. Fill me up. I want to feel it. I want to feel you come inside me.”

That was all it took. With a loud, broken cry, he shatters. His whole body goes rigid, arms tightening around you like a vise as he pulses inside you, his release hot and deep. The feeling of him coming undone, the sound of your name on his lips, sends you tumbling over the edge right after him. Your orgasm crashes over you in a blinding wave of pleasure, your body convulsing around his as you cried out his name.

You stay like that for a bit, a tangled, sweaty heap of limbs, your bodies still trembling in the aftermath. You can feel his heart hammering against your chest, a frantic rhythm that gradually began to slow.

. You press soft, lazy kisses to his chest, tasting the salt of his sweat. He's stroking your back, his touch infinitely gentle.

You lift your head after a while, looking down at his face. His eyes are closed, a look of pure, blissed-out contentment on his face. A soft, shy smile is playing on his lips.

"Hey," you whisper.

His eyes flutter open, and they're so soft, so full of love, it makes your heart ache. "Hey," he whispers back, his voice hoarse.

"You okay?" you ask, brushing a stray curl from his forehead.

He lets out a soft, breathy laugh. "I'm... I'm more than okay," he says, his blush returning, but this time it's a happy, rosy glow. "That was... wow."

You grin, leaning down to kiss him softly. "Yeah. Wow was definitely the word. You're incredible, Shane. That was amazing."

He pulls you closer, nuzzling in your neck again.

"Really? I mean- yeah, it was unreal, but for.. for you too?" he asks bashfully, and your heart flutters, his voice showing how badly he wants you to feel good.

"Yeah, really. It was perfect."

You cup his face and plant a few sloppy kisses all over his face, taking in how red and flushed and pretty he looks.

He looks at you then, his eyes clear and earnest. "Can we... can we just stay like this for a while?"

"Of course, baby," you say, settling back against his chest, your limbs tangled together. "As long as you want."

Shane was used to cameras being on him. Most of the time, it was just his marketing team, so he didn’t care. Other times it was with his fans, whom he adores, so he didn’t mind. 

But he never thought that he’d be out with you and find someone trying to secretly record the two of you. 

“You ok, babe?” you ask, rubbing his arm, and he turns his head to look at you 

“Huh? Oh. Yeah, just… I think someone might be recording us,” he says as he turns his head back toward the direction of the camera 

“Well, you are famous, so that kind of makes sense,” you counter

“Me? Famous?” He teases, and you laugh. “I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable by it,” he says, turning to look fully at you, almost to block you from the camera. You smile softly 

“Shane,” you say in awe, “you’re so sweet,” you mumble, and he smiles softly, his face turning a soft shade of pink 

“Stop,” he mumbles, pushing you softly. 

“Come on, let's go order some coffee. I’m having withdrawals.” You grab his arm and drag him into the local coffee shop

“What are you gonna get?” Shane asks, resting his chin on your shoulder while you read the menu

“I kind of want to try something from their seasonal menu, but what if I don’t like it. I know what I like from here,” Shane hums, kissing your jawline before standing up straight

“Just get two,” he shrugs, and you gawk at him

“Uh… no, what if I end up liking the drink? Thats too much caffeine,” Shane laughs a little bit at your response

“Just trying to help. Sorry,” you frown

“It’s fine. You gonna get black coffee?” you ask, even though you already know the answer is yes

“Yeah, just like my soul,” Shane deepens his voice a little and puffs out his chest, making you roll your eyes

“Sure, honey,” you mumble, patting his shoulder. Shane turns over to smile at you, but stops when he sees the same person who was filming them earlier 

“Oh come on,” he sighs

“What?” you ask, looking where he is looking 

“Nothing. Here,” he takes out his wallet and hands it to you. “Can you order my coffee for me? I’ll be back,” Shane kisses your forehead and hands you his wallet before you can even really answer him. 

Shane makes his way out of the coffee shop and walks over to the person holding up their phone

“Excuse me?” Shane clears his throat, trying to stay calm. “Normally, I wouldn’t mind you taking a picture, but I’m out with my girlfriend.” Shane watches as their face drops 

“I’m so sorry. I just-” 

“Hey, hey. It’s alright,” Shane smiles, “are you a fan?” They nod, “You could always come and ask for a picture.” 

“I wouldn’t want to bother you,” Shane shakes his head 

“I love my fans, just like my private time as well,” they nod. Just then, you walk out of the coffee shop with two coffees in hand, one yours, one Shane’s

“Here you go,” you mumble, handing him his drink along with his wallet 

“Thanks, babe,” he mumbles, then looks back at the fan. “It was nice to meet you,” he nods and grabs your hand before you both make your way down the street

“You handled that well,” Shane hums 

“Well, I didn’t want to seem like a dick. But like… come on?” he sighs before taking a sip of his coffee

“People don’t know how to act around celebrities,” you tell him with a shrug. 

“I guess. How’s the drink? I see you chose the seasonal one.” Shane nudges your cup with his, and you .smile 

“It’s good, wanna try it?” You tilt the cup towards him

“What is it?” he asks as he grabs the cup

“Strawberry funnel cake,” he takes a sip and nods in satisfaction 

“Pretty good. Really sweet, but good,” he hands the drink back to you

“I like my drinks sweet. Unlike you. You freak,” he laughs 

“Well, I like you, sweet.” Your face crinkles, and Shane winces, “I take that back. That wasn’t good.”