Y/N finds herself on the lovers cruise she was supposed to be on with her fiancé—ex-fiancé—when she meets a single man in the suite right next to hers.
warnings: mentions of smut
wc: 1.2k
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Somehow, letting Sidney pound you into the mattress for the second time that day was even better than the first. And the third was better than the second. And so on.
“Oh my God. You’re gonna have to give me like, twenty minutes,” you groaned, quite literally slapping his hand away from where it was inching up your thigh. “And a milkshake.”
“How about I make you cum one more time for me,” he hummed. “And then I get you whatever flavor of milkshake you want.”
“The six weren’t enough for you?” you asked incredulously, looking over to where he was pushing himself up to lean against the headboard. He had beginnings of a cocky smirk growing on his lips as you scoffed at him. You noticed there was still a glistening of your wetness in the corner of his lips from your fourth orgasm.
His tongue peeled out to wet his lips before he responded, “Were they enough for you?”
You rolled your eyes in response, pulling the thin sheets up to cover your chest from his prying eyes.
“Alright, come on,” he said as he pushed himself up from the mattress with a sigh. Your eyes followed him as he walked over to the already opened suitcase near the dresser, a small frown forming on your lips as you watched him pull on a pair of boxers followed by a pair of black sweats. A t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts that resembled what you’d seen him in earlier that morning were tossed onto the foot of the bed a second later.
“Wha-“
“You wanted a milkshake, pretty girl. We’re getting you a milkshake,” he replied.
“I just meant we could order room service.”
“Nope, you wanted a milkshake.”
“Sidney, where are we going to find a milkshake on the boat this late?” The sun had set hours ago, and that was on summer time. It was well into the night by now and you knew that none of the dining centers were going to be open at this time of night nor were they going to get you the strawberry concoction you were craving. At least, that’s what you thought.
“I have my ways,” he shot you a quick wink before continuing. “Now, get dressed.”
“Okay, okay,” you said with a soft lilt in your tone. You should ignore the way the blood was pounding in your ears, right? It’s just post-orgasm bliss. Right?
Sidney pulled on a t-shirt himself as you tugged the one he’d given you over your head with little difficulty. The neckline had been worn in enough that it hung below your collarbones and the fabric felt soft against your marked up skin.
He grabbed your hand to lead you out the door, checking his pockets as he did so to make sure he had the room key tucked into one of them before leading you down the length of the hallway.
“Where are we going?” you asked. It felt surreal to be in the hallway with him so late at night. Everything felt so secretive from the way he carried himself to the way your voice was practically a whisper.
“Be patient,” he tutted softly. The two of you had already left the residential area of the boat and Sidney’s hand had yet to falter from yours.
“Sidney,” you groaned out a few moments later. Your legs were already sore from your earlier activities and you weren’t sure how much more walking you could take. He stayed silent only to pull you through a no-handle door within seconds.
The lights flickered on slowly afterward, presumably motion censored, as he led you to the center of what looked to be the kitchen. He found a stool from somewhere—you honestly had no idea what crevice he’d pulled it out of and you probably couldn’t have guessed if you tried—and motioned for you to sit on it before he crossed the length of the table in front of you.
“Anything specific in mind?”
“Strawberry, please,” you hummed, propping your head on your hands as you watched the man in front of you maneuver around the kitchen with more ease than you would’ve expected. It took him a little longer to find the blender, but you cut him some slack; you probably wouldn’t have been able to find it at all.
It was almost impressive how quick he was in the kitchen. He had the strawberry shake topped with whipped cream and in front of your face within mere minutes of him finding the necessary ingredients. That was a lie. It was incredibly impressive.
A plate of fries was slid in your direction seconds later. You looked up at him with a quirked brow and a questioning look in your eye.
“It’s midnight and you skipped dinner,” he shrugged. “Though, I’m not complaining about what I had instead.”
He had a shy smirk curled into the corner of his lips as he swiped his thumb over the bottom one. His lips were dry at this point, though his tongue followed his finger as if he could still taste you on it. The mundane action had you squeezing your thighs together in search of some sort of friction.
You sipped on the pink liquid in an attempt to hide how flustered you were under his gaze only to unwillingly let out a moan not even a second later.
“Oh my God,” you groaned out. It was quite literally the best strawberry milkshake you’d ever had and that was including the one the diner near your house made. “How is this so good?”
He shrugged in response again, a soft hum falling from his mouth as he watched you.
“And another thing—are we even allowed in here? Like, this doesn’t seem like…” He allowed you to ramble on for a while, only answering when you’d stopped to take another sip of the drink.
“I have my ways,” he said. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
“Yeah, like your last name,” you chuckled but the statement was true. You had no idea how you’d allowed yourself to jump into bed with someone who hadn’t even shared their full name with you.
He stayed silent for a moment, eyes glued to the untouched plate of fries. “Crosby.”
“What?”
“My last name. It’s Crosby,” he said.
“Well, Mr. Crosby. It’s good to officially meet you,” you said as you shoved your hand out in front of you for him to shake. His hand found yours quickly, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips as he did so.
“Your turn, Miss…”
“Y/L/N,” you said with a final shake of his hand, letting your own fall back to its resting place on the table. Sidney grabbed one of the fries from the tray and popped it into his mouth with a nod.
“You should probably eat if you’re still up for another round,” he offered.
You don’t think you shoveled foot into your face faster, and it probably wasn’t the most sexy thing in the world but neither Sid nor you seemed to care because he had you pressed against him twenty minutes later like his life depended on it.
THIS BIKINI’S MADE FORE DANCING (AND HITTING THE FLOOR)³ ( sun kissed desires . )
Y/N finds herself on the lovers cruise she was supposed to be on with her fiancé—ex-fiancé—when she meets a single man in the suite right next to hers.
warnings: smut
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Your morning ventures ended with probably the best mid morning nap you’d ever had in your life. You woke up without a headache, thankfully, and with the way you’d guzzled the water bottle on your nightstand before you’d crashed out, you felt halfway ready to take on the world.
You dug through your duffel bag in an attempt to find one of the twelve bathing suits you’d packed three days ago. Hopefully you’d packed your cute ones, you’d been in such a rush you honestly had no idea what all was in your bag or if anything really matched. Finally, you found a black set at the bottom that was simple enough that it wouldn’t require too many of your brain cells to put on, still being kinda sleepy and everything.
Finding your way to the pool was easy, considering it was in the dead center of the boat. You were surprised to see the number of kids sitting around the edge of the pool when you got down there, feet dangling in the chlorine filled liquid. You glanced down at the phone in your hand to see the time. 12:08. Adult Swim.
You crossed the short expanse of wooden walkway over to the lounge chairs, dropping your few belongings onto the small table beside the single free one you could find before covering your phone and key card with the towel you’d just barely remembered to bring down so the sun wouldn’t wreak too much havoc on them. The chair was surprisingly more comfortable than it looked when you situated yourself on it.
The sound of a whistle sent your head snapping in the direction of the pool only to see a few dozen kids jumping into the water as the few adults scrambled to get out in time.
And, of course, your eyes found Sidney’s in record time. God, how could one man be so pretty? The fact that he was practically dripping wet didn’t help, either.
He had a pair of teal swim trunks on, oddly enough, and they seemed to cling to everything as he climbed out of the water. To you, it felt like he was moving in slow motion, but it probably only took him about thirty seconds before he was walking in your direction. No. Right. To. You.
He shook his head slightly as he did so, attempting to conceal the grin making its way onto his face. God, he’s cute, too.
“Fancy meeting you here,” he said, louder than the other times you’d spoken with him—you gave that up to the fact that you were outside. He’d still yet to adjust his swim trunks and the tent in them seemed to be staring you right in the eyes.
“Hey, you’re the one that came up to me,” you scoffed dismissively. Sidney just cleared his throat in response, nodding toward his belongings in the seat next to yours. The only thing separating his belongings from yours was the tiny metal table, and even that was covered in your personal items. “Oh.”
“Oh,” he mocked lightly. He opted to sit on the edge of your chair rather than take the last two steps towards his own, the warm skin of his thigh brushing against your own. The barely there touch sent tingles up your spine. You couldn’t imagine what having all of him pressed up against you would feel like.
He picked his hand up off the plastic of the chair, hesitating slightly and letting it rest in the air above your leg for a second too long, before letting his rough fingers meet the smooth skin.
“I’ve been thinking,” he started. “About your offer earlier.”
Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as his hand trailed higher up your thigh, dangerously close to the flimsy bow holding the fabric together.
“M-my offer?” you stuttered out.
“Are you sober...” he trailed off, tongue darting out to wet his lips. He was fiddling with the nylon string at this point.
“Y/N,” you hummed out a response. “And, yes. Took a nap and everything.”
“Good,” he said before abruptly getting up so that he could collect his things from his own chair. Your skin felt cold without his touch despite the scalding heat you were being exposed to. He turned back around as he shoved his phone into his still damp pocket, “C’mon, pretty girl. We don’t have all day.”
You practically jumped up from your seat to grab your things, in spite of a chuckling Sidney behind you.
The walk to the lobby happened in what felt like half a second and before you knew it, Sidney had you pressed up against the outside of his room door. Maybe being on the first floor wasn’t such a bad thing.
His hips were pressing into yours, his fingers were bruising against your waist, and his lips. They were everywhere. You don’t even remember when he’d started kissing you, you just know you didn’t ever want him to stop.
He pulled away just enough to leave you panting and chasing his lips.
“I gotta open the door,” he whispered, lips grazing yours as he did so. The door clicked seconds later which allowed the two of you to slip inside only for Sidney to halfway shove your against the other side of the door the second it closed. Your palms fell flat against his exposed chest, slipping lower and lower as the moments passed until you were thumbing the hemline of his shorts.
“Please,” you whimpered out.
“Please, what?” he asked.
“Just. Please,” you answered. His hand found the tie to your top in a matter of seconds, undoing it slowly before repeating the process with the one around your neck and letting it fall to the floor between you.
His lips attached to the column of your throat as his fingers traced the edges of your bottoms. His mouth moved lower and lower until he was circling your left nipple with his tongue.
Stopping suddenly, he rose back up to his full height, motioning for you to jump with two taps on your hip as he lifted it to his waist. He carried you across the short expanse of his room, dropping you on the recently made up comforter of his bed.
“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” he mumbled before reattaching his lips to yours. He tasted like heaven. There was a faint mint flavor that you chalked up to being his toothpaste mixed with the distinct taste of Minute Maid lemonade and a sweet tea brand you couldn’t identify.
His clothes cock rutted against your core, sending flickers of the sight of him getting out of the pool glittering through your mind again. Those swim trunks left nothing to the imagination.
He shifted lower over your body, tugging your bikini bottoms down in one swift motion and quite literally tossing them over his shoulder.
“Look at you,” he praised. “So pretty and pink and wet for me. You’re dripping all over my sheets, pretty girl.”
One of his digits slipped between your folds, spreading the wetness around as he circled your clit with the pad of his finger.
“I think you’re a little-“ you cut yourself off with a moan when he slipped the finger inside you. “Overdressed.”
“Patience,” he said, inserting another finger into your hole. He curled his fingers in a scissoring motion, eliciting a high pitched gasp to fall from your lips. His thumb quickly found your clit which sent your eyes rolling straight into the back of your head.
“Oh my God,” you whimpered.
“Look at me,” he said. You ignored his comment, head hitting the pillow underneath you only for his movements to stop. “Look at me.”
Your eyes snapped back open.
“I want to see your eyes when you come on my cock,” he said, pulling his fingers from you so that he could shove the teal shorts down his legs just enough for his dick to slap against his stomach.
He grabbed a condom out of his wallet on the nightstand, ripping the packaging open with his teeth before rolling it down the length of his dick.
“Fuck me,” you groaned out as he lined his tip up with your entrance.
“I was planning on it,” he exhaled. He didn’t even give you a second to respond before he pushed in halfway.
“Holy fuck, you’re huge,” you said, unintentionally clenching around him. He shuddered before fully bottoming out.
“And you’re incredibly tight,” he said. It didn’t take him long to find his pace as his hands molded bruises into the sides of your hips.
His lips found your neck soon after, running his teeth lightly along the top of your collarbone as your hands found his hair. You would’ve commented on the softness of it if you had a coherent thought in your head. But all you could think about was the burning pleasure building in the pit of your stomach.
“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum-“ you repeated like a mantra until your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave.
“I’m right behind you,” he said, hips snapping into yours at an even faster rate. He lasted about two more thrusts before you felt him still inside you. He stayed there for a moment before he pulled out and made his way to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
The thoughts started rushing into your head before the post-orgasm bliss even had the time to fully wear off. You couldn’t believe you’d just done that. Sure, he was gorgeous and, sure, he was practically the most gorgeous man you’d ever laid eyes on. But you were gonna be stuck living next door to him for the next two weeks.
You were already off the bed and grabbing your things from where they’d been dropped at the door—something you didn’t remember doing in the first place—when you heard Sidney turn the shower on. You had your bikini back on before his eyes hit you again.
“You can join me, if you want,” he said as he watched you scramble around his room from where he was leant up against the ensuite’s door frame.
“As much as I would love to do that, I’ve gotta get going,” you said, throwing open the room door and letting it shut before he could get another word out.
You had other things on your plate, anyway. Current mission: find Sigma. She might not be your best friend in the world, at least, yet, but you needed to tell someone about what just happened.
And judging by the way you’d scrounged what felt like the entire ship at this point—not really, you really only checked like three, very public areas—your mission was proving more impossible than you would’ve liked. Then, when you thought all hope was lost, you remembered the teensy tiny little tidbit of information she’d given you this morning when you were in six mimosas. She was staying in Room 215.
“Y/N! How unexpected,” Sigma said as she opened up her door wide enough to let you in. Her southern charm was seeping through every word and it really was no wonder how she’d already gotten married at 23.
You saw a man laying on the bed, thankfully, fully clothed with a remote control laying on his stomach. You heard a woman’s voice coming from the TV and what sounded like a murder documentary.
Sigma was ushering you out onto her balcony before you had time to really search her and husband’s room any further.
“What’s this surprise visit all about? I thought you’d gotten of me this morning,” she said as the two of you sat in the bolted down, metal chairs out there.
“You know that really hot guy in the room next to mine,” you said.
“No,” she exhaled. Maybe you’d forgotten to mention that this morning. Course, you barely remembered anything you’d mentioned this morning.
“Well,” you started. “There’s a really hot guy in the room right next to mine. And I may or may not have just hooked up with him.”
“You’re kidding!” she gasped.
“I almost wish I was,” you groaned, pulling your knees up to your chest.
“Was it that bad?” she asked with a wince. You looked over at her with a dumbfounded look on your face.
“It was the best sex I’ve had in my life,” you said.
“So, what’s the issue?”
“I don’t know. He’s kinda like my neighbor for right now, and somehow we manage to bump into each other everywhere we go. I just don’t want things to be even more uncomfortable for me on this stupid boat.”
“Honey.”
“I know, I know. It’s dumb,” you sighed. “I’m just not ready to get involved with another guy. Not after what happened with Max,” you said.
“Look, sweetheart. You’re never gonna find someone if you don’t give yourself the chance to open up. And who says this whole thing with your supah hot guy has to go any further than it has. I say if you get the chance, go for it.”
“Get the chance?”
“To have sex again! According to you, it was the best sex, like, ever.”
The next twenty minutes went on like that until Sigma’s husband practically forced her to go back inside and get ready for something. You took that as your cue to leave.
You were glad you’d gone to find her today. As weird as a start that you’d had for your friendship, she was probably one of the easiest people you’d ever had the opportunity of talking to.
The walk back to your room was quick. That was when you realized the only item you currently had in your possession was your phone. And not your key card. You knew you’d had it before the incident with Sidney and you were sure you’d grabbed everything on your way out of Sigma’s room. Which left one option. It was still on Sidney’s floor.
Sighing, you dropped your head in defeat, walking the two steps it took so that you were face to face with the wooden door you were pressed up against over an hour ago. Your hand hovered in the air until you worked up enough courage to actually knock.
“Here for this?” he asked, holding up the white card in one hand after he opened the door just wide enough to see you.
“Yes, thank you,” you said, reaching out to grab it from him only for him to pull it back, inches from your grip.
“You could’ve just gone to the front desk,” he said.
“I-“ you started. “Forgot that was an option.”
“Why are you always wet when we see each other?” you asked with an eye roll as the door swung open.
“Actually, I distinctly remember you being equally as wet when we met earlier,” he said.
“You’re insufferable,” you scoffed.
“And you’re adorable,” he said before actually handing over the key.
“Says the guy that takes hour long showers,” you said.
“I got a little preoccupied.”
“Uh-huh,” you hummed.
“You sure you have to go to your room?” he asked, tantalizingly slow, allowing his words to hang heavy in the air around you as his tongue slipped past his lips. Your eyes stayed glued to the water droplet running down his throat.
“I guess-“
“Well, come on then. Wouldn’t want you getting cold out there, pretty girl,” he said, the hand still holding your key card clasping around your wrist as he pulled you into his chest, and consequently, back into his room.
NECESSITY NUMBER ONE: BOTTOMLESS MIMOSAS² ( sun kissed desires . )
Y/N finds herself on the lovers cruise she was supposed to be on with her fiancé—ex-fiancé—when she meets a single man in the suite right next to hers.
warnings: none
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You had, surprisingly, made it through your first night without another hitch. Room service brought you plenty of strawberry daiquiris and you’d even popped open the bottle of champagne. Suffice to say, you didn’t really remember your night.
What you do remember is the pounding in your skull when you woke up this morning. The way the boat was rocking didn’t really help the hangover, either.
Ungracefully, you pulled yourself out of the incredibly warm bed and made yourself somewhat presentable enough to get breakfast outside of your room.
The trip to your en-suite brought back unpleasant flashbacks from the night before and you took the liberty of vigorously spraying the tiny bottle of Lysol given to you underneath the sink. You pulled your hair back enough with a hair clip that you could wash your face and brush your teeth without it getting in the way, not even bothering with the idea of makeup before re-entering the bedroom part of your room. Your tiny makeup bag was still in the bottom of your suitcase and had yet to be unpacked, yet, anyway.
You unzipped the black duffel bag lying on the floor next to the dresser for the first time since you’d put it there. Grabbing the first pair of sweats and a tank top you saw, you slipped them on and shoved whatever necessities you’d need to leave the room.
The sound of another door clicking shut didn’t even register in your brain when you first got into the hallway.
“Good Morning,” a voice from beside you said. Your head snapped up to meet his gaze.
And there he was. He had a pair of black gym shorts on that showed off his thighs in the most glorious way possible and there was a small white towel thrown over one of his shoulders. Your eyes trailed the nakedness of his chest before the sound of him clearing his throat startled you out of your daze.
“Morning!” you blurted out. He offered you a small chuckle in response with a shake of his head before walking past you towards the gym near the end of the hall. Thank God you were walking the other way, lest you look any more like a creepy stalker girl.
“Alcohol,” you said as you started your venture to the dining hall. You were in desperate need of some solid food if you were going to continue on your champagne escapades.
It was pretty dead when you finally made it there. Figures since it was currently 7:45 in the morning and the only reason you were awake is because you passed out at 9:00 the night before. You found a booth situated against one of the furthest walls and practically threw yourself onto the blue leather.
“What can I get you?” a brunette woman with probably the whitest teeth you’d ever seen in your life asked. Her smile was probably bright enough to blind you if you looked directly at it.
“Waffles sound nice…” you trailed off. “Do you guys have waffles?”
“Yes, ma’am,” she said. The addition of the ma’am made you feel older than it should’ve. “Will that be all for you?”
“Chocolate chip waffles, please. And a mimosa,” you said.
“Just letting you know that we are offering bottomless mimosas for the extent of our allotted breakfast time this morning if you’re interested,” she said.
“That sounds perfect,” you practically moaned. If you didn’t get yourself together soon, you were sure you were going to get ejected off this cruise.
“I’ll be back with that in a little while,” the girl said. You dropped your head on the table the second you were alone.
You heard the seat in front of you being taken before you saw it, the leather crinkling beneath whoever was stealing your private time away.
“Honey, you look like you got hit by a hurricane,” Sigma said, her oddly freezing hand finding yours on top of the table.
“You’re so kind,” you said, the words muffled by the laminate.
“One of my many talents,” she said. You picked your head up off the table. She was in much better condition than you. She already had what looked to be a bikini on under a cover up and her hair was done up in dutch braids.
“Where’s your husband?” you asked, running the fingers of your free hand along your brow bone.
“Still sleeping. I was hungry and I couldn’t get him up, so,” she said, tossing one of the blonde braids over her shoulder. “What about you? I saw that key card of yours yesterday.”
“What?” you deadpanned.
“Your key card. You have a sweetheart’s suite…” Sigma trailed off. “Who’ve you got hiding up in there?”
Your face paled. Of course your room was a lover’s suite. That would explain the champagne. And the condoms.
“It’s not- I don’t,” you stuttered. “My ex booked this trip when we were still together and I’d already taken the time off work.”
“Oh,” she said. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
“It’s fine. You couldn’t have known,” you said, smiling slightly as the waitress dropped your first round of mimosas off at the table. You noticed that she’d placed one in front of Sigma, too.
Maybe it was the headache in the back of your skill you’d get to take care of and maybe it was the fact that you’d just been brutally reminded of the entire reason you were on this cruise in the first place but you found yourself down four mimosas within the next half hour.
And another twelve before you’d decided to call it quits and head back to your room for the remainder of the morning.
Thankfully, you found your room faster than the previous day and were standing in front of the wood within ten minutes of your disembarkment. And there he was walking towards you again. The incredibly, way too hot guy that slept in the room next to yours.
“We’ve gotta stop meeting like this,” you said with a slight giggle. Your words slurred slightly but not noticeable enough to bring any extra attention to it.
“Oh, yeah?” the dark haired man asked. He’d barely made a move to enter his room, key not even in hand. He rested his fists against his hips as his eyes raked over your appearance. You felt the sudden need to hide your body from his view, crossing your arms over your chest. “How’s your day drinking going?”
“How’d you know-“
“You weren’t exactly quiet about your morning activities earlier,” he chuckled. You silently cursed yourself out for making yourself out to be a drunk before the sun was even fully out. “Saying ‘alcohol’ while stomping down the hall like you’re on a mission isn’t the most subtle thing in the world.”
“I promise I’m not an alcoholic,” you said, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed.
“I’m sure,” he said, though his tone was light enough that you could tell he was probably joking. Probably.
He was gorgeous, not that it was really all that difficult to come to that conclusion. His skin was glistening with a thin layer of sweat in the fluorescence of the hallway lighting and the gold from the chain around his neck looked like it was sparkling. The towel from earlier was hanging out of his right pocket and it looked far from dry.
“Wait a minute. Have you been working out this whole time?” you asked, jae practically hitting the floor at your realization.
“You’d be surprised about how long I can last,” he said only for a redness to england his features seconds later. He must’ve realized what he’d insinuated.
“Wanna prove it to me?” you asked. Maybe bottomless mimosas weren’t a bad idea.
The man coughed, halfway choking on his own saliva. “I don’t even know your name.”
“Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine,” you said. The flush had already receded from his cheeks, though the slightest bit still stained the tips of his ears.
“My name is Sidney,” he said. “And maybe when you’re sober.”
He pulled the key card out of his pocket as he spoke, leaving you alone in the hallway before you really had the chance to comprehend what all had happened.
Can someone tell me why I find it so attractive when Sid plays with his mouth guard? Like I feel like I should find it gross but i don’t. Plus the curls sticking out?
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