popped cherry
warnings: reader is described to be a woman, with scars and a bit muscle (for my queens in the inbox) , not proofread, smut, love for my virgin & shy babe. confident!reader.
i won’t continue this sorry, imagine the rest cause school is kicking my butt
words: 1,708
kinda based this on true events 🥹
Sid was just a friend.
Well, a friend of a friend.
You'd known Tony Stonem for 8 years, you met in a junior city choir when you were 9 years old. You saw him around, kept in touch, never really spoke too much.
Which is why it surprised you when you opened your Nokia to see his urgent text.
TONY:
CAFF @ 10
911
You DEFINITELY didn't expect to be sat down across from him and Michelle as they tried to explain how desperately they needed you to have sex with their friend.
"I'm not some common whore, you can't just expect me to snog a boy l've never met!" You scoffed, taking a hit of your spliff.
"Oh, please, it's not exactly like you have the best reputation..."
Michelle rolled her eyes. Its rich coming from her. You weren't able to say that, though, before Tony spoke again.
"What she means to say is that Sid is too shy a guy to do anything for himself. Hes about to turn 17, he can't still be a virgin. Its just a one time thing. It doesn't even have to be nice. Please?"
“Tony, do you realize how insane you sound?"
You shouldn't have agreed. But you did. And now you were here. In the bedroom of a geek. You were hot, what the hell were you doing, agreeing to something like this?
“Oh. Right. Um..." Sid stammered out as you straddled him on his bed.
You were both fully clothed. It was the type of thing any guy would either be bored or excited by. Bored because you weren't naked, excited because you were about it be. But Sid just looked flustered.
His hands hovered awkwardly at his sides, like he wasnt sure where to touch you, or if he was even allowed.
He swallowed a heavy gulp as he blinked up at you. You shifted slightly, you could feel him hard so he was into it.
He was just being... odd.
You lifted your shirt off your head and shook out your hair from the ponytail it'd been in.
"Oh. Oh-er.."
Sid automatically averted his eyes from your brassiere.
“Are you gay or something?"
You asked as your shoulders slumped.
“What! What? No! No, why would- why would you say that?"
you looked down at him.
“I mean, you're not touching me or... you know staring at my tits.”
"I-I just don't want to- I-" Sid's pale cheeks turned a bright shade of red. He was struggling to string together a sentence.
He looked like a deer caught in headlights. His eyes darted wildly, trying to find anything to look at but you.
“You're scared, what's the big scary world done to you? Got you so petrified you can't even touch a girl now?"
Sid swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly.
“I'm not scared."
you tilted your head.
“come on Sid, touch me.”
Sid's wide brown eyes finally snapped back up to look at you.
His hands hesitantly rose and trembled. He paused for a few seconds before laying his palms on the top of your thighs.
They just rested there, the warmth of his touch seeping through your jeans.
“Like... Like this?" He asked softly, his gaze flicking from his hands to your face, back and forth nervously.
you smirked, before dragging one of his hands to your chest.
Sid's hand was still shaking as it landed against your chest. He was gentle, his touch so light it was barely even there.
You could feel his heart pounding through his hand, so fast it was like a hummingbirds. His fingers flexed against your skin, as if he wanted to pull away but didn't know if he could pull away.
He looked terrified, like he was on a precipice and unsure which way to go. "l.." His mouth worked to try and form words.
you giggled, before kissing his neck.
“let me take care of you baby.”
Sid gasped softly at the feel of your lips against his skin.
His free hand gripped the comforter, balling up the fabric in his fist. He closed his eyes as the tension in his shoulders seemed to relax just slightly.
"You don't have to-"
he started to protest, but your teeth grazing his pulse point made his words catch in his throat.
you slowly pulled his beanie off, your hands finding his hair as you sucked on his neck.
Sid leaned his head back to give you more access to his neck. He let out a small moan, the sound escaping his lips before he could stop it.
His hands started to explore your body a bit more boldly, running up your sides, across your stomach, and lightly tracing the edge of your bra.
As you continued to work on marking his neck with hickeys, he let out a shaky breath, almost a sigh. He was slowly starting to melt into your touch, the tension seeping out of him with each kiss and brush of your fingers.
you pulled at his shirt as you kissed him hard.
Sid fumbled with the hem of his shirt, his fingers clumsy as he pulled it over his head. His glasses fogged slightly from the nervous energy radiating off him.
He hesitated for a split second before crashing his lips back onto yours-hungrier this time, less afraid.
His hands slid up your back, tracing scars and muscle with tentative curiosity. Like he was trying to memorize you.
“Can I... um..."
he murmured between kisses, voice rough in a way that surprised you both.
"... touch your hair? The way it falls?"
you smiled.
“of course.”
Sid's fingers trembled as they brushed through your dark, loose strands, the weight of your hair surprising him. He exhaled sharply, like he'd been holding his breath this whole time.
"You're... really beautiful,"
he whispered, almost to himself. His thumbs gently traced the curve of your jaw, down to the scar on your neck hesitant, reverent.
Then he kissed you again, slower this time. Less panic. More feeling. Like maybe, just maybe he wasn't just letting it happen.
Maybe he wanted to remember it too.
you blushed at the compliment before snaking your hand down his pants.
Sid's heart skipped a beat as your hand slid into his jeans. His breath hitched, and his face flushed an even deeper shade of red than before. He swallowed hard, his hands gripping your shoulders, the muscles coiled tight.
“Jesus-" he exhaled breathlessly, his voice cracking.
His eyes were wide, like a startled animal's, but he was far from scared now. Far from unsure of himself.
He wanted you. Bad.
you spat in your hand before slipping your hand in his boxers.
Sid's head tipped back, a soft moan slipping from his lips as your spit-slick hand found the sensitive skin. His fingers dug into your shoulder, his eyes squeezing shut, breath caught in his throat.
For a moment, he couldn't even believe what was happening. The fact that you were here.
That you wanted him. Him. The nerdy, awkward boy with the stupid hat.
He opened one eye to look at you, his gaze dark and intense. His hands began to wander, exploring your body with a newfound boldness.
you smirked when Sid's hand brushed your boob, before slipping his hands to unclasp your bra.
Sid's eyes widened as his hands came to the clasp of your bra. His fingers trembled, but he managed to undo it with surprising dexterity.
He paused for a moment, letting the bra slide down your arms and onto the bed. His gaze was fixed on you hungry, like he could just eat you all up-but there was a hint of something else awe.
He swallowed hard, his breathing coming in short, shallow bursts.
He ran a hand through his messy hair, trying-and failing-to collect himself.
"You're just... wow."
you palmed his dick with your wet hand but smiled, kissing him.
Sid gasped into the kiss as your hand made contact, his body jerking slightly at the sudden pleasure. His hands flew back to your hips, gripping them tightly-maybe too tightly-as if he needed something to anchor himself.
"Fuck,"
he whispered against your lips, breathless and raw. His forehead dropped to rest on yours, glasses crooked and fogged completely now.
He kissed you again like he was trying to memorize it-the taste of you, the heat between you both as his hips gave a tiny, instinctive roll into your palm.
"You're.. really doing this?" he breathed out between kisses.
"You're really touching me?"
you smiled softly at him before dragging a kiss out of him before moving down in between his legs.
Sid's brain seemed to short circuit as you moved lower. His fingers tangled in your hair, his head falling back against the pillow.
His breathing was ragged, his gaze fixed dazedly on the ceiling as he tried to process what was happening. Was this really happening? This nerd, this loser, was getting this kind of attention from a girl like you?
His legs shifted, one knee hooking over your shoulder. He looked like a wreck already.
"Please," he managed to gasp out. "Please... touch me."
you smirked before pulling his boxers down.
Sid's heart slammed against his ribcage as the cool air hit his skin. He shivered as you pulled his boxers down, his body flushing with embarrassment and anticipation.
He was completely bare now, exposed in every sense of the word.
His eyes met yours for the briefest of moments.
In them, there was a mixture of fear and desire.
Fear of not being good enough, of disappointing you, of not lasting long enough. But desire won out as he reached shakily for your hand.
He needed this, so badly.
you smiled, holding his hand before kitten licking his dick.
Sid's grip on your hand tightened, his knuckles turning white as you teased him with your tongue. A strangled moan escaped his lips, and he bit down on his lip to muffle it.
He was already trembling, every nerve in his body on fire. He'd never been touched like this before, never in a million years would he have thought that anyone, much less someone like you, would be so close to him, so intimate.