It’s always been Cassie for Sid, until he realizes the girl he met in detention might just be the one.
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It started with detention.
You were in for skipping maths. Sid was in for not handing in coursework… again. You were chewing gum and reading a magazine you found under the desk. He was trying to write an apology letter and crossing out every other word.
“Do you know how to spell ‘academic’?” he asked suddenly, voice low.
You didn’t look up. “Do I look academic?”
He blinked. “Uh… maybe? You’ve got smart eyes.”
You looked at him then, suspicious.
He flushed. “I didn’t mean, like— not *weird* smart. Just normal smart. Fuck.”
You laughed.
He smiled, a little crooked and nervous. “Thanks,” he said, even though you hadn’t done anything.
After that, he started sitting next to you in history. He passed you notes like "bored. kill me?" or "michelle's wearing that top again. tony might explode."
You replied with doodles of skulls, hearts, and tiny versions of Chris in a g-string.
At a party, you found him on the back steps smoking badly rolled weed and looking at the sky like it was talking shit.
“Everything alright?” you asked, even though the answer was clearly no.
“Cassie’s gone,” he said. “Again. Left me a note that just said, ‘eat a strawberry, Sid. you’ll feel better. xxx’.”
You sat down beside him. “Did it help?”
He looked at you. “Didn’t have strawberries.”
You reached into your bag. Pulled one out.
He stared. “You just… carry fruit around?”
“I’m mysterious like that.”
He took it, bit it, chewed in silence.
“Still feel like shit,” he said with a mouthful.
“Yeah,” you said. “Strawberries aren’t magic.”
He laughed. It cracked something open between you.
You became friends in that weird way — too much too fast, then pretending nothing happened. You went from occasional partners in class to someone he called when Tony ditched him. Someone he waited for outside school. Someone he texted at 2 a.m. with, “do u think people can be cursed?”
You replied, “only the hot ones.”
At Chris’s house party, you ended up on the floor next to Sid in a sea of empty bottles and sleeping bodies. Someone was snoring. Jal was asleep on the sofa, holding her clarinet like a baby.
“I think I like you,” Sid said into the dark, voice muffled.
You didn’t move.
“Cassie’s too bright,” he mumbled. “Like a firework. You can’t hold it. It’s already gone.”
You turned your head toward him.
“I like how you never tell me I’m stupid,” he said. “Even though I am. I like that you laugh at my shit jokes and make fun of Tony when he’s being a twat.”
You whispered, “Sid—”
But he was already asleep.
You lay awake next to him until sunrise.
You avoided him for three days after that. He noticed. Sid always noticed.
He cornered you outside the café where Tony and Michelle were arguing about sex and art or something equally annoying.
“You okay?” he asked.
You shrugged. “Just tired.”
“Was it something I said?” he asked. “At Chris’s?”
“No.”
“But you’ve gone weird.”
You looked at him. “You said you liked me.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. I meant it.”
“You also said Cassie was a firework.”
He frowned. “So?"
“I’m not a firework, Sid. I’m not going to disappear just to be romantic.”
“I don’t want you to,” he said, a little breathless. “I think… I think I’m tired of chasing things that hurt.”
Your heart did something stupid.
“But you still love her,” you said. “Don’t you?”
He didn’t answer.
That was the problem.
Weeks passed. Tony got punched by a new guy at school. Michelle pretended not to care. Chris got suspended for drawing boobs on the whiteboard. Cassie came back for a bit, floating around like a sad fairy, holding Sid’s hand but looking at the sky.
You watched him fall apart all over again.
Until one day, you found him crying in the locker room. You sat beside him and didn’t say a word.
“I keep fucking everything up,” he whispered.
“You haven’t fucked me up yet,” you said softly.
He looked at you. Like he couldn’t believe you were real.
“I’m not her,” you said. “I won’t leave, Sid. Not unless you make me.”
He touched your hand, barely.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked, voice shaking.
You nodded.
It wasn’t a firework. It was soft, slow, a little awkward. But it felt like everything.
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Corey:
Corey was all about comfort. Performing was hard on his body, more often than not leaving him with sore muscles and his throat completely raw. There was something almost therapeutic about throwing on his favorite pair of fleece pajama pants and an old, worn T-shirt that had definitely seen better days. You would slip into bed together, hushed goodnights and soft kisses as you settled into the mattress. He loves the way it felt when you would slip your hands under his shirt, letting your delicate touch roam over his body. He groans as you knead into his tired muscles, “don’t worry about me, baby.” He argued, but he made no move to stop your attentive care.
“You work too hard,” you mumble, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “You gotta let me take care of you sometimes, yeah?” It was almost like a routine you had worked yourselves into, most of your nights ending the same way, with you noticing your boyfriend had drifted off by the sound of him snoring. It was comfortable, just how Corey liked it.
Sid:
It was impossible to keep clothes on Sid to begin with. He would constantly lose his shoes in the hotel rooms, you'd blink and he's suddenly walking around in nothing but his boxers in the tour bus, and if it was even a little too warm outside? Forget it, the shirt's coming off. Bed time was absolutely no different. He would start off in a T-shirt and some sweats, the two of you cuddled up in bed while you would absentmindedly scroll through your phones or watch a movie. Your hands would eventually drift under his shirt, just wanting to feel the warmth of his skin under your fingers. He would just chuckle, sitting you up and slipping the shirt over his head, pressing a kiss to your temple as you settled back down. Eventually, he would end up complaining about how hot it was, kicking his sweatpants onto the floor. He would chuckle as you teased him for always being naked. “Gotta let the body breathe, babe.” He would joke in response. Sometimes, he managed to keep his boxers on the entire night. But, more often than not, those also ended up getting discarded on the floor with the rest of his clothes. It was hard enough to keep clothes on him to begin with, it became even harder due to the fact that your boyfriend was almost always insatiably horny.
Chris:
There was nothing that you loved more than crawling into bed at the end of the long day, something that was only made more enjoyable now that you had someone to settle down with for the night. Chris slept hot, always. It was a blessing in the winter, being able to curl up against your own personal heater. But, he was also no stranger to the nefarious pranks from his band mates, meaning he always had to be somewhat clothed. Often opting for a thin pair of basketball shorts, maybe a T-shirt if it was particularly cold that night. Chris absolutely adores sleeping skin to skin if that's something you're comfortable with. He loves having you pressed to his strong chest, his fingers lazily dragging over your muscles, feeling how they shifted under his delicate touch. Your nights would always be filled with hushed conversations and laughter, Chris unable to stop himself from stealing chaste kisses that would leave you giggling until you eventually drifted off to sleep in his arms.
Jim:
Sleeping with Jim was always a mess of tangled limbs as he crushed you underneath his massive body. Usually opting to sleep in just his boxers it always presented you the perfect opportunity to cuddle up with him. He would open his arms for you to crawl into, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you nestled against him, your body molding perfectly against his. You were the puzzle piece he never knew he needed up until the fateful day you two had met. Now, he couldn’t imagine spending a night away from you. Whether it was crammed into one of the bunks in the tour bus, or being sprawled out across his too big bed, only to end up tangled together in the middle of the mattress come morning, Jim always needed you within arms reach, he couldn’t sleep otherwise. “Come here, baby.” He mumbles groggily. He hikes your leg over his hip, the heavy weight of his muscular arm settling across your waist. “Comfy?” He asks quietly, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips as you let out a hum in response. He gently cards his fingers through your hair, the steady rise and fall of his chest eventually lulling you to sleep.
Mick:
Mick chuckles as you pout at him from the edge of the bed. “Just go grab one of my shirts out of the drawer, love.”
“But, yours is warm.” You whine in response. “And it smells like you.” He sighs, eyeing you playfully.
“Always so needy, aren’t you mama?” He teases, letting out a soft laugh at the sight of your flustered expression. “Anything for my pretty girl.” He slips his T-shirt over his head, leaving him in a pair of simple, black sweatpants. You pull the soft fabric over your head, the way too big shirt pooling around your thighs. Mick lets out a quiet hum as his gaze drags hungrily over you.
“I definitely can’t complain about you stealing my clothes when you look like that.” He takes your hand, pulling you into bed next to him. You settle against his strong chest smiling as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Good night, you little thief.” He teases, making you laugh. You share a few more soft kisses until you eventually drift off in his arms.
Joey:
Joey groans, rolling out his shoulders as he kicks the hotel room door shut behind you. “You were incredible out there tonight.” You say with a smile, your arms sliding over his shoulders.
“Yeah?” He grins back, letting out a hum as your lips slot against his. “It’s all thanks to you being there.” He whispers against your lips, stealing one more chaste kiss before pulling away. Your cheeks grow warm at his sweet words, the two of you separating in order to get ready for bed. You slip under the covers with a sigh, settling underneath the cover while you wait for Joey to finish up in the bathroom. “Jesus, it’s fucking freezing in here.” You hear him complain as his stark naked form darts from the bathroom, practically diving into the bed. You giggle, pulling him into your arms once you manage to find him under the mess of blankets.
“Well, maybe if you actually wore some clothes it wouldn’t be so cold.” You tease in response.
“Yeah, but this is so much more comfortable.” He rebuttals with a smirk. He wraps his arms around you, his head nestling against your chest, making you giggle in response. He lets out a hum of approval as you play with his hair, his breathing growing slow and even as he drifts off in your loving embrace.
Paul:
You squeal as Paul blankets his full weight on top of you, he groans as he settles, chuckling when he feels you struggling against him. “You’re crushing me!” You giggle, pounding on him with your fists.
“But, I have a crush on you.” He argues back with a laugh. Eventually giving in, he rolls over, pulling you on top of him in the process. You let out a pleased hum as he presses his lips to yours. You smile as you cuddle into him, your hands wandering over his strong chest and soft stomach, tracing along the waistband of the shorts he had worn to bed. “What are you doing?” He asks with a curious, playful smile.
“You just feel nice, that’s my favorite thing about cuddling with you is being able to rub my hands over you.” His features soften, studying you with an expression of pure adoration.
“You're sweet.” He cups your cheek in his hand, gently angling your jaw upward in order to place a gentle kiss to your lips. He pulls you against him, enjoying the feeling of your fingers absentmindedly wandering over him until you both eventually fell asleep.
Warnings: R for sexual content. Penetration, fingering, rimming, going down, it's just a whole bunch of nasty ass smut, please do not be longer than 18+ thank you!
A/N: ….sometimes I want to write porn with 0 plot what can I say lol. And c’mon Daddy Cavill and handsome Jake like stawp it the universe has been begging me to write this. Be warned and enjoy lol. Also I was inspired by an old story of my own work that I wrote so if you've been with me for a while this might feel familiar.
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Havana, Cuba
You shouldn’t be here.
You should be at the open bar down the way, by the beach. The watermelon margarita whose name tastes foreign on your tongue but always has the aftertaste of high quality tequila should be staining your lips. The Sony Alpha A7 camera that you brought for a job should be ingesting the strong rays of cotton candy pink, pewter lavender, and arctic blue of the sky as the strong roar of waves kiss sandy earth.
Instead, you’re here with him.
The short strands of his hair brush the underside of your face, delicate skin that barely feels the light of day. His mouth is leeched against your neck as his hands grip your pillowy breast in salvation. The shadow of his beard itches, you want to both push him away and yet you can’t help nuzzling deeper into the discomfort - the mild pain.
You cannot think.
You cannot breathe.
You are consumed by him.
Your entire being can only focus on him.
But you’re both not alone.
Bronco’s hands you were learning are strong but mindful. The kind of hands you imagine an artist or a musician might have; strong, sure, but aware of how precious it is to brush a stroke or strum a string. You feel this in his touch, in the way he cups your breast, the soft flicker of his thumb over your covered nipple with one hand as the other digs into you, the sensation causing you to lean your head further back into the other person in the room.
Sid.
Sid is far different from Bronco in all the ways he is the same.
Sid is handsome in that way every woman desires when they read a romantasy novel. His short hair is gelled back, though your fingers easily make light work of the coif tangle as his hands grip your waist, keeping you hostage as he silently watches you. It's in contrast to the man marking himself on you.
Bronco’s eyes are a deep cerulean, they remind you of the deep waters of the Mediterranean Sea as their choppy waves silently kiss Grecian isles. They’ve always soothed and calmed you, like how you feel when you’re on vacation.
When you feel free.
Sid’s eyes on the other hand are dark indigo pools of mystery - their biting and dangerous like how water pools in shadowed tropical caves. A darkness that is in contrast to the caring way he holds you, the soft kind words he whispers in your ear as he watches you with half hooded eyes. His bottom lip sucks into his mouth when he watches you arch deeper into him, your body nearly breaking against him as you moan out in pleasure at the way Bronco toys at your breast, teasing to go lower.
‘I shouldn’t be here.’ You think to yourself. Still, you don’t stop either of them because you don’t want to.
Bronco and Sid appreciate the conset, neither wanting to pause from their ministrations but willing to upon your command. Bronco captures your breast with his tongue now, his mouth sucks on to it through the sheer material of the cherry red and white dress you wear. Ever so often a cherry disappears between his lips, teasing your nipple like it's as succulent as the ripe fruit it deigns to emulate.
When his nimble fingers find the strings to the simple halter dress you gasp. He’s practiced, gracefully tugging on the material and within an instant your breasts are exposed.
You all snap.
With your breast free they ripple against the strong motion of being pulled away from the fabric that was keeping them contained and Bronco groans as he drinks you in. His mouth latches onto your left breast with ease, moaning into your skin as he licks at your nipple. Sid has captured your mouth with his now, needy and greedy, and you whimper into his mouth as his tongue commands yours.
You cave in completely.
You couldn’t even fight it if you wanted to. Your body betrays you - one hand dragging Sid closer to you as you both sloppily make out while the other urges Bronco closer to your body, your legs wanting to wrap themselves around them both desperately.
Bronco moves away first, forever the silent leader. His footsteps are light, he’s skilled at being unseen, but due to the extra attention you’ve been getting you’re currently highly sensitive to his movements. Eventually you hear the creak of the mattress as he sits down that betrays his new location. He says nothing, choosing to watch in silence.
The focus is now moved to Sid - dear, sweet Sid.
Except the kind way he has been sweet talking to you since the three of you re-connected a few hours ago is gone. No longer is the man who loved to call you cherie, a joke from work you’ve all done together too many years back is gone. The man who had whispered that sweet nickname in your ear in a hazy bar is now gone. Now, he speaks tenderly to you about all the obscene things he wants to do between kisses, your face heats at his blunt words while his hands move upwards, finding the billowy tissue of your breast that Bronco has abandoned, calloused hands finding every ridge on your areola.
You whimper when he squeezes your right nipple between his fingers.
The left one he cups, groaning into your mouth, cursing himself lowly though you only capture his deep British accent. You can feel him against you - his erection poking into the soft flesh of your ass as he pulls you closer to him, moving backwards until he’s resting against the small counter you vaguely remember placing the drink you had been offered an hour earlier on.
All a lost thought.
“Mi dulce cherie. Sweet, sweet cherie. Can Bronco have a little taste? Let me know what I am in store for?”
You keen at the idea, your eyes flicker open enough to look at him lust fueled as you give a soft nod.
He smiles, moving the hand that has been squeezing your left nipple in agonizingly sweet pain up to cup your face, pushing his lips back to yours.
“Does that mean you are going to be a good girl for us cherie?”
Your damn neck moves more urgently than you’d care to admit and Sid gives a grateful nod, his other hand moving lower to lift you. He angles your thigh to rest over his own, you feel the stretch in your hip but you don’t mind. Not when Sid says lowly,
“She’s all yours Bronco.”
Bronco.
How could you have forgotten about your darling Bronco?
The little that you have learned about a man named Bronco is that he has the gift of being the center of attention and at the same time knows how to be incredibly hidden, a mere shadow in a crowd. Tonight, he was playing the latter, steps panther like as he ascends towards you and Sid.
He barely makes it over to you before the scent of his colognes tangles in your nose along with the man you were making out with - bergamot, basil, citrus, and cedarwood - the faint smell of sweat and something sweeter. Something huskier.
You can’t tell if it's you or any one of them anymore.
Bronco is careful, teasing as he takes his time getting on his knees. Sid’s widened your legs more, enough to give Bronco the access he needs before his lips find yours again, distracting you. You relent - it’s all you want at this point, Sid and Bronco claiming you as their own - and you’re so distracted you’ve briefly forgotten about Bronco.
Almost.
Bronco takes extra care of you, his hands slowly moving up your thighs, capturing the small shivers that emerge after his hot fingertips caress you, the faint peppering of goosebumps that trail after them. You can’t see his eyes though you desperately want too, want to see how he watches you. Sid doesn’t allow it to be a thought for long.
Why was Sid the kind of man that you and your friends would dream about when reflecting on love with men much older and wiser than you? The kind of man you insert when reading Fourth Wing, or Quicksilver, or Powerless. His dark hair was tragic, divinity in each strand even with the slight peppering of silver that dots between the edges of his hair. His strong jawline demanded command, even the twinkle of mischievousness in his eyes undid you.
It's a sharp contrast to Bronco. For the suave and collected way Sid held himself, from the stitch of his clothing to his hair Bronco was a stark contrast. A gentleman nonetheless, a refined American cowboy you like to tease him, Bronco could be wild and reckless. Still impeccably dressed, fine clothes he asked others to buy on his behalf, he held a casual boyishness that complimented the ocean blue of his eyes and his dark hair was playfully styled, despite the teasing grey that peppered the shadow that teased his jawline.
In your mind they both swirl together like a pina colada - coconut, cream and sweet sugar you can’t get enough of - and it's the last though you have when Bronco’s hand hooks under your underwear, dragging it down the feminine curve of your thighs, your calves, and the delicate pads of your feet before disposing of them completely.
You give a content sigh as Bronco’s lips kiss your ankle, soft and sweet but searing under his lips, like the whispered invitation that got you where you were now. You haven’t shaved, not in days despite the dress you wore because to be honest you couldn’t be bothered while you were trying to get work done in between time off. That and you weren’t expecting two sexy men to devour you the way you were being devoured, but Bronco is unphased as he kisses up your leg shamelessly, kissing every inch of skin your tongue can devour.
Sid has found his way back to your breast, large strong hands cupping them and watching them bounce as he kisses you. He hums contently, teases the skin under your nipple causing you to shiver but refuses to touch you anywhere else.
He just waits.
Is patient.
Waits for your move.
Bronco is now closer to his prize than ever before, that place full of betrayal and already weeping in anticipation. The light fabric of your dress falls over him like a crown as he disappears further and further up your leg, into the mystery that is you.
His breath is hot against your sensitive skin, you can feel the way it brushes against your mound and you wonder what his face must look like right now. Was it contorted in desire? Were his eyes narrowed in that serious way they get when he is interested and engaged with whatever you are prattling on about?
It’s lost on you.
Instead, you are a slave to his tongue.
Your moan is feral as Bronco’s fingers open up your lips - majoria then minora - tongue making long licks upon each inch of the inner ridges of that feminine part of you. When his tongue latches upon your clit, you lose any more will to stay grounded. His fingers curl within you, you have no idea when they joined the party, moving in and out of you at an agonizingly teasing pace that drives you closer to your release.
Between that and the way Sid’s tongue reclaims you, drinking in each sound that escapes your mouth you are grateful for the heaven that is being in their sights. When Bronco finds that delicate part of you that promises euphoria, spongy and sensitive, is when the over stimulation gets you. You practically scream into Sid’s mouth, your words no longer your own as Bronco continues his revered assault.
Sid chuckles, amused at the way you slump into his embrace spent and content. Both men no longer have a need for the dress that caught their eye hours earlier, instead pushing the material down your legs in a less ceremonial fashion that your panties were given minutes earlier.
You don't care.
“Going to give us another one cherie?”
Your head swims as you try to latch on to each word Sid says as he falls further back into the counter, spreading his legs so that you can drape yours over each of his knees, your slick desire falling against his dark pants staining them. Bronco falls back on his knees, loving this new position while his mouth latches onto your clit, right hand exposing you open as fingers tease in and out of you.
Fully naked and exposed, you allow yourself to be flush against Sid, your lips commanding for him to dominate you as your other hand grips around Broncos soft strands of his hair. You will for his hands to give in, to find their way into the fruit of your being. You want him to have the power to make you sing, dance, bend to his will.
Bronco to you has become your god.
Bronco answers your whispered prayers in the motion of two fingers, swift and sucked deeply in by the desire between your thighs. The silent scream that escapes you causes Sid to chuckle as he moves his ministrations down to your neck, sucking on your tender flesh opposite where Bronco was but minutes earlier. Your body is on its own dissent; your hips rock steadily against the strength of one finger, two and when you’re sure you can’t take anymore he slips in a third that causes you to grip Sid’s arm with new strength. Your eyes flutter to his, needy and desperate as you watch him through the lens of desire.
You’re not the only one aroused; Bronco moans against your center, dragging you closer and naturally Sid with you. He sucks and prods as one, fingers plucking a new song out of you with each touch. You’re delusional, in a world of stars and clouds and there is nothing more important beyond the hot touch of his mouth, the soft strum of his fingers, the low kind words Sid whispers in your ear.
You can feel yourself building, building, building…..you can nearly taste the plateau of pleasure that awaits on the other side.
Then it's over.
You feel cheated, you moan out as much as you whimper limply in Sid's embrace. Bronco’s smile is devilish as he pulls away from you, brushing the back of his hand to clean his face, licking at the remnants of your essence on his shadow.
“Sweeter than that watermelon margarita you’ve been sipping on.”
Bronco’s voice is satisfied as he watches you and you exhale as he continues,
“Wanna taste and see?”
You can’t stop yourself from nodding fervently; Sid and Bronco chuckle as they watch you with hooded eyes of desire. Then Bronco’s getting up from the floor, helping you ease out of Sid’s embrace. The hardwood floor on the rental room is cool under the pads of your feet, a harsh contrast to how heated your skin is.
You don’t care.
You’re insatiable.
Discovering Bronco is like every fantasy you’ve had come true; your hands are hungry as they discover the hard planes of his body, the areas that are soft and strong as he allows you to explore. You try to not to rush pushing his shirt off his shoulder and another over his head, cotton against silk, the perfect combination of the man Bronco was, but you can’t help it. You’ve been greedy for him since the two of you made eyes across the bar five years ago, again two hours past.
He is curious as he watches you, enjoying the way your hands dance over the sparse hairs of his chest, outline the sharp features of his face, the softness of his lips.
“Bronco” - the words spill out of you as a reverent sigh and he closes his eyes as he ingests them.
It provides enough time for Sid to creep up behind you, refusing to be forgotten. His hands caress where the apex of your hip meets your thigh, around your bottom part of your stomach. Normally you were self conscious about the area but Sid touches it reverently, liking the natural softness of muscle and fat, the feminine parts that reminded him of fertility that will always be yours and far less belonged to him, or Bronco despite what they thought.
You giggle as you pull your hands away from Bronco and move to find Sid, to discover his body as you pull him into a kiss. Sid is large, far larger than Bronco, built like a viking God with large muscles that overwhelm despite the delicate way he holds you, touches you. Sid likes the teasing way you bite at his bottom lip, the way your fingers move to unbutton the nice shirt he wears and throw it aside. He responds by cupping your ass, drawing you closer into his erection and you lose yourself to his passion before you hear it.
The soft clink of a belt pulls your attention away from Sid, though your body is hyper aware of the way his chest hair tickles against your breast, his stiff erection biting into your center through his pants. Instead you focus on Bronco, watching the way he kicks off his jeans, eyes blown to indigo as he heatedly looks at the two of you, the faint moonlight and the sound of waves a soundtrack to his revealing.
Sid doesn’t give you a chance to relish in it.
He turns you, bending you over slowly, gently guiding you down with his fingers as his hands dance up your spine as you watch Bronco push down his boxers, finally revealing his cock. It's enough to make your mouth water, you blink up at him and he smirks as he looks down at you, cupping your cheek.
“I know darling. I’m going to give you what you need. Everything you desire.”
He teases his cock at your mouth, softly outlining your lips with the tip and when your tongue flicks out to taste the precum that glistens at the end he tsks.
“You didn’t say that magic word.”
“Please Bronco may I…..?”
Its unfair how close you are to your prize, your eyebrows threading in desperation and Bronco groans and nods,
“Whatever you want, sweet girl. My sweet girl.”
The sound he makes when your mouth envelopes him is downright sinful.
A whimper, whine, and groan all blended in one harsh moan as his head snaps back, hands gripping the mattress as he widens his legs.
“Sweet isn’t she? Our sweet cherie.” Sid’s deep voice rumbles behind you, you’ve almost forgotten about him again. Almost.
This time though he doesn’t give you a chance to brace himself for his next move. He slowly slides into you in one swift motion, your already slick vagina sucking him in happily and you groan around Bronco’s length, digging your hands deeper into his thighs. Sid takes his time, makes sure to bottom out in you before he stills, enjoying the way your walls pulsate around him. He groans as his hands find your hips, grabs them so he can move even deeper in you and you yelp, nearly choking from the action with Bronco’s length in your mouth.
This was heaven.
The red lipstick you had been wearing is all but gone, the remnants currently being smeared up and down Bronco’s long shaft from what remained from your earlier makeout session. Your world is consumed by the both of them; the musky scent of both their sexes, the way they both touch you reverently. You take pleasure in the way Bronco’s length bumps against the back of your throat, the way one hand tightens around your hair as he sings you praises.
This worship is for you both.
Meanwhile Sid has found his pace with you, making you coo as he takes his time snapping his hips in and out of you with precision, like everything else he does. He knows your body like clockwork, like he was made to make you full and cause each cell in your body to reawaken, come alive and distort just to be broken by his cock. His moans float alongside Bronco’s; deep and masculine and the cacophony of sound makes you moan in pleasure, your desire making you wetter and wetter with time.
Its punishing the treatment Sid is providing and when you pull away from Bronco for a reprieve of air, its Sid who pulls you back and asks darkly,
“Want to taste more of him sweetheart?”
You understand what he is implying - the taboo of it makes you wet by the second and he grins as he slaps your right cheek, nibbling at your jawline.
“Yeah, you want a little taste. Is that okay with you Bronco? Is it okay if she returns the favor? She’s squeezing the hell out of me from the thought.”
There’s a play of confusion that distorts Bronco’s eyes, both knowing and also unsure as he watches you lean lower and move your lips down between the sack of his balls. Bronco grunts in approval, body leaning back into the bed with comfortable ease.
Sid is slow, watching with speculative interest as my lips suction Bronco off, one of his balls sucked delicately into your mouth, followed by another. He tastes stronger, more potent and your hips snap back onto Sid’s cock on their own accord. He chuckles darkly, his grips around your hips stronger than before.
Sid loved to be entertained as much as Bronco did.
And you found that Bronco was a surprisingly trusting man when it came to you, something you're sure Sid was betting on.
‘Too trusting’ you think as your tongue moves lower, taking pride in the way you let out an aroused groan as your tongue moves down his perineal, finding home in the tight, puckered hole where his anus meets your mouth.
Bronco stiffens but he doesn’t pull away.
Instead, he shifts a bit. Waiting. Your tongue feels like a pulse on its own, you can feel the uncertainty and curiosity dripping off the both of you as you probe a little deeper. Move a bit further. The taste has changed, not in a bad way but different.
Sid loves it.
He snaps his hips deeper into you as he watches you enjoy taking Bronco in this way, hand gripped around his shaft as you move steadily up and down it with your free hand. You moan around him, turned on by how taboo it all was, your hand taking more of Bronco’s precum and swiping it up and down his length causing Bronco to moan in deeper pleasure. Bronco’s overwhelmed as much as you are, pleading silently to give him some reprieve but you can’t.
You’re consumed.
Bronco cums first; it's sweet, messy, sticky, and gets everywhere. He blows so much of his load you find that it explodes not only over your hand, but also down your face, in your hair and you lick a long line back up to his shaft naturally to clean it off. Sid hisses as he watches you, the dirty way you’ve been marked by Bronco who is shaking in post orgasm desire, and Sid’s grip digs even deeper into you. You're sure to have marks the next day.
You don’t care.
You reveal in the way it feels to be taken by him, kissing Bronco now despite the cum on your face as his free hand moves down to your clit, playing with you.
You're overwhelmed by emotion, touch, thought, everything.
It all feels too good.
Too dangerous.
So overwhelming.
You come with a loud cry.
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Your eyes flash open and your back arches off the cheap mattress of your bed. The gasp you thought you were letting out is a full fledged scream; it consumes the room and you shake violently as your orgasm overwhelms you. Your hand has a mind of its own as it wets your thighs, the sheets, anything it can touch. Then your body relaxes, falls back onto the bed satisfied and exhausted.
It's between finding your breath that you hear,
“Are you better, cherie?”
Your eyes fly open with a start. Sid is standing in the doorway, shirtless, pants unbuckled as he watches you, that same half lidded look from your fantasy dancing in his eyes.
You nod slowly and he gives a small smile, moves to the sink in the small cabana he has rented for you both.
Right.
It all comes pouring to you.
The roar of the waves.
The way the cool Caribbean water danced around your toes, pooled around the delicate fabric of white and cherry dress. You were still wearing it - sand crusting the edges and water cooling your back against the humid night.
The way you and Bronco stood out in the ocean, side by side. Hands nearly touching, a brush, a tease, enough to make your bodies say everything words can’t conjure.
I want you.
I need you.
But I can’t have you.
The thought brings you back to the present, to the dark room you were laying helpless on as Sid navigated knowingly in the space. There were no stars - no - Havana had sucked them all up and threw them out into the city that was in full swing right now.
Sid is on you in minutes, handing you a glass of water and helping you to sit up. His hands touch you reverently, can’t be helped, he loves you. He cajoles you devotedly with his arms as he brings you into his arms, watches you carefully as you take two large sips from the glass as curiosity dances in his eyes before he shifts his hips to pull a joint out from his pocket.
You both say nothing as you reach over the nightstand, find the lighter in the darkness easily and hand it to Sid who lights the joint with ease. He inhales it deeply, watching you though it's hard to track his eyes with the darkness of the room, the only light source coming from the joint before he hands it over to you.
It's only when you take your first drag that he whispers,
“So you and Bronco have met up again, eh cherie?,” his fingers softly touch your temple, pointing to your head, “I take it he’s the one that's made you cum.”
help me… i’ve fallen in love with the cutest zombie ever omgosh so here’s this short drabble
click to read ♡ mostly fluff with occasional suggestive flirting, but that’s just sid :3 not proof read!
your hands work against the edge of the bed, your body hunched over as you aggravatingly tidy the bed. a small grunt escapes your lips as you struggle with the fitted sheet, you had always found it to be a pain to set up.
from the other side of the room, a figure walks in, almost too quiet for you to even hear with the way your mind is fuming from annoyance. the silhouette of the unnoticed figure lurks near the shadows of the wall. there chest barely rising as they creep closer on your unsuspecting figure.
with a sudden yell, they wrap their arms around you, their body pressing against your back as you yell from fright, your hands moving quicker then you can comprehend. “fuck!” you stop when you hear the familiar voice, your head quickly looking at them in worry.
“oh gosh sid! i’m sorry, i didn’t know it was you, are you okay??” you quickly move closer to him, your hand finding the spot he hand on the side of his cheek. you softly pull his hand away from his face, your eyes widening with guilt at the scratch on his face.
your ring had cut him. how? you don’t know. but all that mattered was checking on him. he groaned teasingly, he could feel it but it barely made an effect on his body.
“ouch, cupcake, you really know how to pack a punch.” he pretended to wince from the pain, making you gush over him. “i’m sorry! i didn’t see you!” your words jumbled together as you checked him over for any other injuries.
“y’know, if you want to feel me up, you could just ask.” his face held a cocky smirk, the same faint purple blush on his face as his eyes looked you up and down. you blushed from his comment, making him laugh. “you’re so cute, omgosh. i can’t believe you’re mine.”
your prodded at the inside of your mouth, not wanting to get distracted from his, much loved, comments. “shush, let me clean you up.” your eyebrows furrowed as you went over to wipe the blood off his face. “ooh i like that idea.” he wiggled his eyebrows, making you smack him softly on his chest.
“i meant your cut, puppy.” you spoke as you finally wiped the blood off his face with your finger. “lemme see.” he spoke, gently grabbing your finger as he faced the blood to his face. “hmm?” with a quick move, he leaned in, licking the blood off your finger with his blood.
“hm, just like i thought. not good at all.” he said pouting playfully. “gross sid! that’s your blood.” you said grimacing slightly. “oh please, i was just comparing tastes.” his eyes stared you down, almost like he was eating you. “comparing tastes to what?”
your eyebrow raised up in slight curiosity. “well since you’ve so kindly asked.” your questions were answered as he leaned in, his hand grabbing your chin gently, bringing your face closer to his. he tilted, his tongue creating a long stripe across your cheek.
“sid!” you face felt warm at his actions, making him smile and laugh. “i’m sorry, i had to, you’re just so easy to tease.” you pouted at him, making him smile at you. “no sad. not when i’m around at least.” his finger poked at your nose, making you look at him.
“yes yes, i know. cause sid time means happy time.” you grumbled the words out. the wide grin on his face never leaving him. “exactly.” he leans in, placing a gentle kiss on your lips, not until pulling away with a small nibble to your bottom lip. “now let’s get this cut patched up.”
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younger chaotic gf dragging sid out to see chappell roan live and as a result they end up unintentionally using "femininomenon" as an inside joke with each other because reader goes absolutely batshit crazy and literally crawls up sid screaching "DID YOU FUCKING HEAR ME PLAYTHEFUCKINGBEAAAAAT-!"
so it becomes this funny call and call back insider joke they do where one of them will go "did you fucking hear me" and the other will instantly respond "PLAYTHEFUCKINGBEAT-" no matter where they are
sid in the locker room, talking to lars: with the back corner, did you hear me-
reader, who was organising name tags, throws her head back and yells: PLAY THEFUCKINGBEAT
sid, instant response: hit it like-
reader: -HIT IT LIKE ROM-POM-POM-POM *continues as normal*
sid turning back to lars: yeah, so, with the-
lars and literally everyone else in the room: ???????????????????
and then they start developing silly hockey versions with regularly come out at practise
reader: did you fucking hear me-
sid: HIT THE FUCKING PUUUUUCK- *slapshots the SHIT outta the puck*
reader: *lets out a pterodactylus shriek*
both of them falling into honky tonky hinky tinky laughter
the media finally pick up on it when during a particularly rough game that's just gone into OT, the camera picks up on reader grabbing sid, going up nose to nose and screaming, then sid and her screaming TOGETHER like this:
and then he's off like a goddamn rocket and scores the game winning goal AND earns himself a motherfucking hatty
taylor h tweets that "feminionmenon" is BLASTING from the locker room
Info: Gender neutral reader, Pure fluff, Cuddling, Kissing
The soft sound of the night breeze swaying the trees, sending a gentle shiver down your spine. It was nights like this, when your lover didn’t have to be god knows how many miles away from you on tour or off somewhere working on songs with the others.
“You almost done in there?” You called from beneath your mountain of blankets, seeing Sids shadow moving back and forth from the bathroom.
“Almost!” He called back, with a strange twinge of a smirk in his voice. Deciding to think nothing of it, you turned over to face the wall once more, humming patiently.
You closed your eyes for a second, thinking about your day plans for tomorrow. As you melted into the warm bliss of the covers, Sid jumped on top of you, pressing the weight of his body onto you.
“Falling asleep without me?” He chuckled, flopping down next to you as you rolled your eyes. His hands gently gripped your waist, bringing you flush against him under the covers.
You hummed softly “You really are a handful” You chuckled, slowly turning around to face him. You crooned into his touch as he placed a hand to your cheek, rubbing faint shapes onto your skin with his thumb. You leaned in, taking his lips against your own, flopping a lazy arm over his chest.
He pulled away gently, looking into your eyes before stealing one last kiss.
“To bed with you” You mumbled, snuggling closer to him “I have something planned for you tomorrow.”
He grinned “Oh? I enjoy a surprise” He pressed his forehead to yours, shutting your heavy eyes as you both began to drift off.
This is my first slipknot fic and I didn’t wanna jump right in with smut, but I’m willing to get my hands dirty. I hope you enjoyed this little silly blabber <3
The bus had been on the road for hours, probably around two at most, but the journey felt much longer. Sid wanted it to come to an end, and not because he was being used as a pillow by his beloved girlfriend, but rather due to her feeling queasy and light headed.
None of the windows opened, and so he couldn’t get her any fresh air, and the driver refused to take a break from the route for a simple five minutes. (Y/N) looked drained, she appeared different to herself in many ways.
Any other time, she’d have been eagerly speaking to all around her, and discussing with Sid the most random things known to man. But she was now exhausted and suffering from heavy eyelids.
From seeing the sight alone, he worried substantially. His arm was laced protectively around her slouched shoulders, trying to make his girl somewhat comfortable for the rest of the journey.
That was until she began to hum in irritancy, she was never one to speak against anyone’s actions, instead she was the kind of girl to see the good in everything, including the dicks that were throwing pebbles of paper at her, some failing to touch her, others hitting her.
When Sid turned back to her, he noticed the flying droplets of pages aiming at her, some were balancing in her loose hair, sticking to the strands. He was quick to glance around the bus, analysing each and every student, to see which one of the idiots had dared to mess around whilst his significant other was suffering in silence.
Laughing signalled amusement, and it triggered a streak of rage within the male brunette, and so he searched for the source, his brown doe eyes intent on discovering those that lacked respect. It wasn’t difficult, not as Anwar ducked behind the back of a seat, Chris didn’t appear as amused, but he played it off, staring out of the rain pattered window, acting oblivious to his friend’s thoughtless, and plainly stupid attempt at pranking.
“Can you just fuck off? She’s not feeling well, and you’re being a twat, annoy someone else.” Sid barked, Tony smirked at the voice of his best friend, and leant forward, his face going through the parting of Sid and (Y/N)’s seats.
Anwar felt a little guilty, and so he turned to Maxxie, who told him to behave, and so the boy was one to oblige.
“I hope she feels better, otherwise she’ll be boring when we want to raid the winery and its treasures.” It was not a surprise that that was Tony’s main concern, and so he spoke nothing in return, ignoring the boy and pulling (Y/N) closer to him.
Their friends were sometimes so careless, it usually didn’t bother him if he were the one to be treated that way, however, (Y/N) least of all deserved their intolerance. She was always there for them, whether Michelle asked her to go shopping, she was always one to comply and follow after.
Her main goal was to be happy, and make every one else so, yet they couldn’t seem to give her a single break.
“I’ll be fine.” She gave him a sweet smile, stroking his arm softly to calm her boyfriend down. “We can drink, and all that, I’m capable.”
“You don’t feel well.” He kindly reminded her, stroking her hair, combing out the paper bullets and flicking them to the ground. “You and I are going to just lay down, and go to sleep, because god knows that we deserve some peace.”
More so her than him, but he had enough of receiving the crap too. Some days he wished that they could all grow up, so that they’d be mature enough to move away from this treatment, and have a real and stable life together.
